Poems from Nomad1c
They're keeping me
in 6x8
front door made
of iron grate
concrete floor
and three steel walls
with one dim light
above it all
this story's...
From Muscle Shoals
to Marstons Mills
they drank their beers
and took their pills.
Leaving those on wings of doves
like broken hearted youth...
foliage of change
fresh mulch 'neath the oak roots there
Lady Slippers bloom.
Clang
ships bell
out to sea
incoming storm
warnings unheeded
"all hands hoist the mainsail"
headlong deeper towards trouble
oh how the...
The hour of dread
wanes near to thee.
None of the doomed
shall escape or go free.
.
A wickedness comes;
served swift, sour and cold.
There'...