I did not let this cool down before I posted it

This poem began in my head this morning and I finished it just now. This is as raw as it can get.


  my naked intentions

the intentions of my inventions

was meant to kill an hour

to bring you some beauty

yet I murdered the flower

and Buddha hung dead

from around my neck

I was a passenger

in a beautiful train wreck

the dove made love

to the crippled crow

and credence crawled up

from the valley below

moonlight, star bright

my favorite things

the choir remained quiet

as the silence sings

the breeze of my breathe

is calloused and cold

as if nervous and naked

from a thought I hold


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