deepundergroundpoetry.com

Existential Spontaneity #1

 
 
in my back pocket
Prometheus
burns like a book of matches
while
blank sheets of paper
scream silently for words
of poetry
 
a pen
a pen
 
my sanity for a pen
 
so who the fuck
upset Apollo
&
his nine whores?
 
a pen
a pen
 
before it all ends
 
I wonder
is this blood
or
just red ink
that gushes from my mouth?
 
&
let not this whore-bitch
called  
R-E-A-S-O-N
block the path of intuition
 
a pen
a pen
 
so  
I can paint a thousand words  
 
&
sacrafice another virgin
to the Gods
 
 
Written by badmalthus (Harry Rout)
Published | Edited 26th Aug 2021
Author's Note
And so it goes...
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 11 reading list entries 7
comments 11 reads 606
Commenting Preference: 
The author has chosen not to accept comments.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 5:47pm by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 5:44pm by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 5:30pm by SweetKittyCat5
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:35pm by Cipher_O
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:30pm by Grace
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:03pm by Wafflenose