Violation and depravity,
within isolation of this valley,
an extravagant medicine to take.
We pace the boulevard,
with no moral compass, neither
north or south in strip-sleazed haze.
Rolling violent dice
of drunken incomprehension,
morning sirens sing out my sin.
but the more I kneel before you,
the more you raise me to my feet.
What happens with us, stays with us.
Inconsequential.
© Katypoetess 2016
<Deleted User> (6895)
Mon 8th Feb 2016 16:12
Hi Katy.Once more you do not fail,but what do you think of-
'rolling violent dice
of drunken incomprehension.
Morning
sings out my sin'
fantastic lines! (just a little suggested reshuffle-but then again,what do we doddering wordsmiths know?)
;o)
P&S........ps please bring back your sexy profile pic!
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Nigel Astell
Thu 11th Feb 2016 12:19
morning sirens sing out your poetry as well as your sin
I will stake all I have to learn the secret of what happens and stays then take it to my grave.