Ogre Or Odd Fellow

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Erotic Horror  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Ogre Or Odd Fellow

It's not as if I were an ogre or odd fellow
but a poet has many profanes hanging
of shenanigans in ink dripping shallow
lost in the well of life

Like cream floating to the top of the swill
in my mind's insecurity of festering lox
curdling a debacle of pain molding verses 
in her cunny's grotesque 

Kissing the evening's grave and top knots 
fornicating in the nightshade of the lagoon
of fantasies, we have played beyond the nave
in dark's cyber death

Beating the wings on my chest of bat man's crest 
her brief synopsis between the winds of Gotham
of shenanigans in ink dripping shallow
like the golem in the hollow

My tears raining memories
of winter's evergreens
and your eyes of raven sheen
dark beneath a veil of pale

In shadows of my grave's jail
my corpse bier Sultan of dead
thirsting for your blood's ale
echoing in my afterlife

Below the weight of a keystone
preying on weak of the meek
waiting for your lips acetone
as I cry all alone

From mud to dusk I sleep
whispering hyperbole
as your shadow caress
my tears raining memories

Submitted: July 08, 2021

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