Free-verse of mine, made back in 2011, summer time some where? Temple of the Alien by Keith Jason Carlock Walk now you, dirge on the beach. Swarms of butterflies, flock of birds, school of fish in the ocean. My love walked away from me today. She left her clothes behind, and a few other items. I took a bus to the murderers field, where Judas hung himself. I paid my silver coin. I tried to hang myself from the immortal tree, but my noose broke and I fell to the ground. Sadness, altruism. Books of sarcasm. Plenty of books. Libraries. Come on, now, sing yer dirge on the beach. Beat yer drum. Sound yer horn. Ghosts of the moon-glow spirit whale. Bones on the beach. In the Temple of the Alien. Zarathustra discovered the fire that runs our modern day factories. And haunting rhythms play at the all-nite carnival.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 06:19:52 +0000
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