Glenn McCrary, 20 june 2012
Phonetics of oblivion
Sheathed by plausibility
Elapsing cultures with ease
Fathering quaint illustrations
Daring to be discovered
Along fearless avenues
Embellished by the fences
That compose the verses
Of which we refer to as life
Glenn McCrary, 19 june 2012
From the silent lips
That birthed the nightmare
‘twas heard round the universe
The infamous speech ‘tis dusk
Fabricated insomnia’s silhouette
the hands of time living
In naked draughts of infancy
adorning the skylines
With theatrical chases
Fostering handsome fairings
Glenn McCrary, 18 june 2012
‘Tis often the flesh upon each cheek
is chased dour, yet sultry memories
As the years aged much of nothing
Had haunted these bones
unknown, unsuspected
Hollow screams were published
By the bedsteads of the red holocaust
Clouds laced with fear
Foreseen ‘twas a fiasco
Glenn McCrary, 18 june 2012
Her hair sways
Like a gypsy’s hips in summer
Young, seasoned, and ripe
Was the frame of her smile
Voice knocking upon
The fences of freedom
Swooning men of her choice
Before the suave, sleek edges
Fashioning the finesse that is
This dactylic wonderland
Glenn McCrary, 17 june 2012
Focusing upon a lantern of thirst
she ate of catastrophes
and quaffed of black karma
cast by fiction in sleaze
camaraderie non existent
though through the holocaust
erect she stood
Glenn McCrary, 14 june 2012
White fences groan
In fuchsia fingered sighs
Passion sprinting
Along aging sands
Whilst from diamond straightjackets
Black snow descends
To a fine, orange death
Glenn McCrary, 13 june 2012
Voodoo cryptograms
were the mirrors
alleviating all that is
bred of elementary nature
having spaked in tones
that could quake the bones
fashioning humanity’s frame
furnished by deathly tales
Glenn McCrary, 13 june 2012
As the bark of fear ascends
callow pages crease
illustrating a youthful doxy
abreast a sheet of smoke
waltzing betwixt velveteen lips
as if tomorrow’s mistakes
mattered yesterday
Glenn McCrary, 11 june 2012
Hazel mirrors glisten
In pages of tribulation
Taciturn apparitions moan
Designing rueful brands of sin
Upon the shaken sands she weaves
As she is forsaken
To drink of harrowing memories
Glenn McCrary, 10 june 2012
Versed within aureate calligraphy
Each syllable we’d partake
Defined by moments
When our lips would graze
As we lie in the bedsteads
Fashioned by the finest mirth
Born of cultured artistry
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