Post by AquarianM on Mar 19, 2011 3:48:57 GMT -5
The Letter Army...
They come upon you in the night thousands strong,
Running you over with swords of phrase and euphemisms of glory,
Wild tempest of thought scattered like bodies all about,
The only thing left in the morning cloaked in mystic glory,
But ok,
What a mad night it's been.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/16/2011
"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #11
They come upon you in the night thousands strong,
Running you over with swords of phrase and euphemisms of glory,
Wild tempest of thought scattered like bodies all about,
The only thing left in the morning cloaked in mystic glory,
But ok,
What a mad night it's been.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/16/2011
"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #11