The wrong cliche

I  was wedded to slights so I asked for a divorce on the grounds of boredom.
Please reel with zip
I sent a fatal crow over to him with a message
I bent a mortal bow and fired at the unicorn as it flew awry
Deep nicks marred his chin.Why not grow a beard, I said.He cut my throat with hisses
You look so dear .yet still a fright.I am unsure how you ravage it
He’s  like diamond in the  pigs’ trough
We dug for the moles and they are terribly rude.No gratitude at all.
I dig myself into a hole in my mattress to sleep.It’s india rubber
  Drip your flow into the water dolorosa to augment it
  Is dirt cheap?
What is the wrong entry?
Do as i pray and not as i say
Do birds fry eggs?
He said do or die so I dyed my  inside out
  Flu is your crutch?
Give anew unto others
  I shall dry William Blake

Do you feel me when I feel you?

Who is the real me

Life  does my heart  in good
Advertisements

About Katherine

I like poetry and history, literature and music.
This entry was posted in thoughts. Bookmark the permalink.

Comments and useful criticism highly valued

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s