deepundergroundpoetry.com
The Souls Of Giants
I am hovering. Overhead a reservoirs’
Skin collects the ripples of bugs and a mute swan.
How I long to be him. Wordless beak encircled,
Who loves the simple release of tequila shots,
Who effortlessly weaves tapestries for re-sale.
Capital gains on pseudo-eroticism.
A cadet blue and magenta planet is free
If you were born with a popping cork in your mouth.
Bellow, structures made motels for a lone white perch
Where the light only just reaches enough to see.
How I long to be her. Imposter of language
Who annihilated herself and penned her birth,
Who wonders toward death and proud, carries her tears.
Communist heart to protect the place’s principle.
A ruby wine and dandelion earth that's clear
If you were born with the soul of a giant.
Skin collects the ripples of bugs and a mute swan.
How I long to be him. Wordless beak encircled,
Who loves the simple release of tequila shots,
Who effortlessly weaves tapestries for re-sale.
Capital gains on pseudo-eroticism.
A cadet blue and magenta planet is free
If you were born with a popping cork in your mouth.
Bellow, structures made motels for a lone white perch
Where the light only just reaches enough to see.
How I long to be her. Imposter of language
Who annihilated herself and penned her birth,
Who wonders toward death and proud, carries her tears.
Communist heart to protect the place’s principle.
A ruby wine and dandelion earth that's clear
If you were born with the soul of a giant.
Published 28th Nov 2020
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 9
reading list entries 7
comments 2
reads 495
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
28th Nov 2020 2:02pm
Who annihilated herself and penned her birth,
This is fantastic poetry...
This is fantastic poetry...
28th Nov 2020 5:01pm
