October 2010
1 post
braided poem
homicidal student body, no I’m not your friend/
if within walls young wandering schools/
do entertain in loving haste,/
yet in our knowledge kiss the waste/
why then in marriage’s sacred grip,/
(or any wretched relationship)/
does Lucifer, the cunning void,/
in all his deeds succeed? or maybe,/
I have been cast upon my visage a veil/
whose sinewy lies do not entail/
a makeshift soul or...