Falcons of Failure
Green sky
Blue clouds
Yellow trees
Platinum fields
Sherbet sun
Muses masturbating
Cadillacs ventilating
Marines sand galloping
Scene developing
Spielberg is back
It never felt so good
It never had to
It never wanted to
Falcons of failure
Eagles of distress
Ravens of ruin
Doves of dogma
Beauty, beauty, beauty
Requires duty
On top of gorgeous Judy
On desolation row
Maybe Vienna
Perhaps Prague
I don't know
Time is slow
Mow, mow, mow
I won't grow
Into the casket of no
Dark Shark
Navigating park
Like lunatic Lark
Keeping it stark
Like German Mark
Eating me
In the sea
Like a teepee
Colored Brie
Devouring, devouring, devouring
In the Pacific scouring
Like my lady flowering
Enemies souring
Marmalade moon
Butter cream clouds
Titan trees
Brooklyn knees
Sangria sun
Like no other one
Revolver gun
Bloody pun
Where do we go
Stop sign slow
Who am I
Captain Bly
Eating apple pie
On the sly
Cannot Write Anymore
Will not love
Above, above, above
Weep and shove
Dark dove
Vulnerable and raw
Shut jaw
Romance law
Break flaw
Can't go on
Too much wrong
Where are the strong
Riding along
Like the sun on a bong
Cannot write anymore
Who for
Who more
Who store
Words subtract me
Pronouns molest
Predicates pollute
Metaphors murder
Tanks made of twine
Poems lost in time
Subjects trapped in rhyme
Who am I
Where is the dime
How can it shine
Cannot ink
Soul sink
Heart blink
Mind stink
Body not pink
Being on the brink
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