Pyromancy

April 14, 2012 in Wordsmoker Poetry


Collect a wreathe of string, lover.
Among the friends of Oxford Satan
and Harvard Bum Fuck
you will need
casual busness attire.
A place to buy off
a master to suckle respect.
Your nest will be bird
to amend what to say with
irrelevant little adjectives
easy to sweep a smile
to the ground

–ground to feral
so wrong to laugh
secretly hating them all.

A joke that survives
fondness to life
encouraging
to return 
the heat.


  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/chillbearlatrigue/ Chillbear Latrigue

    I need to meet more Oxford Satan and Harvard Bum Fuck friends. Cops are always so homogenous in their friend selections.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/kausaustralisandsaturn/ Worthless Emo

    I’d rather befriend special needs children. Your crazy. Lalalala