PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

this world in a hand basket and my mind starts to wander

to disturb this position, the church bell rings in its last knell

blood pumping away in vibration, can’t wait for the first responder

sipping of whiskey from the bottle, my artistic license only two steps from hell

the need to imagine is like a last confession

and now the race is another funeral procession

words fuse in a bit of poetic justice, and lost innocence

perhaps, there is no such thing as omnipotence

isn’t there supposed to be a serene hidden heaven

in the swirl of life you only win with numbers seven and eleven

now on the other side in long held silence at a new address

fixated, they did bombing for a living, because blood lust needs a fresh carcass