deepundergroundpoetry.com
Rollin' In My Sweet Baby's Arms
Conforming with the nature of my analysis eyes
dressed in veil prudent to the dark's descent of
opium's decadency shadowing the scent of the
woolsey's cold-cold heart listening to the pulse of
the widow's corpse from a harp in the chandelier
calling my name lusting for the pimpernel of the
narcissistic daffodil calling me strange and pulling
strings of St. Vitus Dance signing in with thunder
as lightning strikes like fingers knitting a charade
the rain makes ashes of my filtered cigarette
have nicotine, will travel in my Rorschach
" Rollin' In My Sweet Baby's Arms"
dressed in veil prudent to the dark's descent of
opium's decadency shadowing the scent of the
woolsey's cold-cold heart listening to the pulse of
the widow's corpse from a harp in the chandelier
calling my name lusting for the pimpernel of the
narcissistic daffodil calling me strange and pulling
strings of St. Vitus Dance signing in with thunder
as lightning strikes like fingers knitting a charade
the rain makes ashes of my filtered cigarette
have nicotine, will travel in my Rorschach
" Rollin' In My Sweet Baby's Arms"
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 4
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 115
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.