Blood On Tomorrow

 

 

 

 

            Sink raw into a wound,

     Run freely through its ooze,

Dance delightfully on its flesh,

Clamp decisively like teeth upon

A nerve, every vessel bled.

 

 

 

            Like liquid tongue lick

Cleanly all that juts impressed,

      Thin the red the diamond

Cutter blessed – sting sweetly

While in torpid state and hate

The congealing healing

                                    quickening

Cerebral sugared needle.

 

 

 

     Nurture your very best, keep

Candid textured pleasured feelings

For a truer test. Your test of

Collard being.

 

 

 

            Sleek, slippy, sleep

The rhythm of my beating heart,

Take hacked upon a heaving chest

            The all of poetry in a deadened

Force, a force to fragment fractured

Minds, a force to flak a human;-

    

 

 

            Bribed!

 

 

 

             Think twice, take pause

For thought and see, see guns,

Grenades, candles, insanity

In a star-ship crescent. This world,

Travelled and heaving with

Retaliatory heathen, was once

My love of sorrow, once the

Blood of tomorrow.

 

 

 

            Think twice collard

Clever your embargo severed.

Think twice before your bribe

Or hide,

            Hide the victim of

False Sun’s. Hide the truth

Behind this sun, for if time

To heal be the time you feel

Then feigning a heart

                                 Be the

Time you live through all

Again.

 

 

 

            Cryptic, closed –

Sadistic prose, keeps your

Ownership of murder much

More versed,

                        But the

Torture, be forever yours.

 

 

 

            Collard, clever,

Think forever dishing

Ladles of your brethren’s

Blood.

 

 

 

 

Michael J Waite 0149hrs Monday 5^th January 2009.