Jan 06 2009
And upon her forehead was a name written, MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.
Feigned nonchalance does not fool
My body
Your solace is arrhythmia
The wobbling, teetering
Too-loud heartbeat Of
your captive
Pen-mate
Your solace is arrhythmia
A fluctuating victory
Whose only term:
I suffer.
Ranjani says:
That is a freaking INTENSE title. I expected WRATH to spew up from the page when I opened it. Very happy this did not happen, and thank you for the lovely poem.
August 10th, 2009 at 1:56 amRanjani says:
And I know it’s from the Bible. I looked it up for kicks
August 10th, 2009 at 1:56 am