Clandenstine Enigma

A short writing exercise that turned out to be one of my favorite poems.

 

To reject Catholic doctrines

by my out-of-state gypsy contemplations

in a stolen Russian coat and a blue tounge.

I spit on your path, with blood-lust spit,

screaming of my addictions that gave me syphilis burns.

I'll spill all your secrets out on sterile white tiles,

with my calves burning, and lips beating

from my last vampyr feeding, that keeps me running

from kalidescope dreams, and a human life-

that keeps repeating purple lullabies

I know arn't true

 

Reviews

[Amant Cache]

Oh honey...I understand why you are so proud of this piece. More I say! More!

[Arthur Crow]

Explosive from the first line... this piece drips delicious substance. I much enjoyed the conviction and mood of this scribe. You have a good talent; look forward to reading more of you.

Awesome title!

[Legion]

I can see why you like it. Very intense. An intensity that burns. Well done.