writing our own tragedies tossing us under the bus

They let the medieval pond backdrop crash before curtain call
the swan song with glee
chanting with calamity
and smiles that could drunk drive crash cars
the joy jostles as a base jumping from electric power poles
the pulpit suits wanting money for gods mini mall with 400 stores for all of your shopping needs
bourbon and upright bass lipstick lasts in my mouth making it more than i could bare
lit up as a thousand marquee movie lights
cantos from a steel cage mind cracking the air with apparitions
and you shall know my name when you meet me at the makers hot iron branding station

 

 

 


 

A tribute to a tribute inspired by Copper Cranes – revival by Mia

https://coppercranes.wordpress.com/2018/03/19/revival/#comment-6396

2 thoughts on “writing our own tragedies tossing us under the bus

Leave a Reply to David Redpath x

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s