Poems From My Frantic Mind

Poems from my frantic mind
cease to crazen without rind
worked and worded seethed in play
seem to make a better day
from the empty one I live
happy from a wretching gut to give
a heart that held a twisted fate
left to fester follied frocked with castrate
climbing into a dimming crate
to see a darkened wordless dismay
turning into written prose the
heavy laden arden rose with
thorns that tore and wilted and chose
the final hour that heeded repose
from carnage criton corded came
the sentence lacking worthen name
it twisted hurled and hardened smite
it laughed and sneered and sparred in spite
the sadist surly sarcastic refrain
was with an unpersuaded name
in shaken twisted torqued relay
the words became to which they stayed
they lingered and reprised the tale
of parted purposed calamitous frail
and empty broken shelled and gone
was I holden to a bitter song....