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Puritan







Puritan




I see long strolls/
On lost scrolls/
I've read, absolved, cold/
But not bored/
Of the hot scorn/
I've earned, chalk pours/
Down its scarred board/
From harsh boor-/
Ish rains that mopped floors/
Clean and halted chores/
Calm before/
The stalled storm/
My parched soul/
It's caused more/
Than a heart torn/
Apart for/
No reason other/
Than a deeper cut for/
A creeping dusty/
Harp's chord/
My star's warm/
And you're all warned/
That these cards shorn/
From a fleeting custom/
Are beating up the/
Tall, short/
And tarred, hoarse/
Dark horse/
Starched, coarse/
And marked floral/
Though I sound a tad redundant/
But I had to punch this/
Active running/
Mouthy fucker/
In the back to summit/
This mountain, lunch is/
Tasting sweeter/
Make defeat a/
Fountain rushing/
To the surface, get lashed and blunted/
Ashes flushed in/
To the floor, savage lunging/
Towards the outer drudger-/
Y, asking, wondering/
Why the past is thundering/
Acid, stomach/
Seems to be reacting troubling/
Naps and slumbering/
Can't save me/
From the angry/
Pacing/
Internaly of the passion stunted/
So I have to gun it/
And pass the cusp if/
I'm going to master love in/
Every aspect/
I have left/
And stand in sun kissed/
Pastures humming/
I'm not average, ugly/
Just slandered, rustling/
Bushes, I'm stammering, muttering/
To myself/
To try bells/
To ring, shower under/
The classics, studying/
My massive hundreds/
Of books, magic trusting it/
In the ravaged rubbish bin/
Of my mind, a rowdy clustered shiv/
That has me suffering/
The clouds are drumming with/
Tears unwept/
Fears I've swept/
Under veneers unkempt/
Cheerful sense-/
Less clear distress/
My peers suggest/
I hear and list-/
En to a therapist/
Daring missed/
Chances/
Are wrapping/
Around me/
Paired and bent/
Out of shape/
Mouth agape/
Weary bless-/
Ing, jeers and weathering/
This searing flesh/
Has me veering left/
Towards the bleary trench/
I hear the sledge-/
Hammer falling down, I cheer and flinch/
A near direct/
Approach/
Comes close/
To fear again/
I'm here to win/
Austere and slim/
Dearest send/
Your mirror and pen/
So I can scrawl my/
Vision all night/
Drawn tight/
And sneer at scents/
That leer and tremb-/
Le disshevelled/
Remember/
I'm the Puritan/
That lured you in/

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