Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Poetry: EMPEROR REAL

Real job [gottaget 1]
real money[gottahaveit]
real life [gottastayinit - no escape from the coils of conformity
supple
sinister
imperious
Convention is the
 Death Star of
Vader
wheeling inexorably  into
the
orbit
of my own private
Exotica
crushing
my lush imaginary
thickets with callous
disregard
choking the azure depths of my
tropical skies
with the disdainful smog of
reason
Deadlines. ultimatums. obligations.
an apocalyptic trio
leaving Death few scornful hoofbeats
behind
in their quest
to decapitate my dreams
and depopulate
my creation

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