Stanislav Verse for Aparatchnik

Published by Friar Turk in the blog Friar Turk's Ramblings and Poetry. Views: 13

Rhyme-back my slap attack,
a page of verse in charade
a dimlit parade
an inglorious vanity

Your hair, the red of Siquoa Bark
Shred in skate light
Burn Weed on the Front Porch
Dial the Sheppard s Lawn

Those words from before
never uttered in truth
only prophetic remorse
The sadness of the worlds

The joy is in direction away
Not in staying in this drab place
Hold on no longer to these trees
Let go the body

My Vortex will Crush you beyond lavender
Beyond the pale of memory
Where your soul, not your body,
Will be sprinkled from the dust of her Cloud -Ss/

Easy to learn what is new
Yet from your own work only
The blessing of liberty; sweet fucking liberty
Like 96 hours of relief from drill sergeants
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