Dreary dialectics dilute our decadent decade,
Our destitute dispositions and dilapidated dreams linger on…
Rise you heathens! You Harlots and Hamlets.
Hither lies our humor,
Mutilated and moaning
This infectious madness and mindless melancholia,
This monstrous apathy creeps hastily forward
Hounding at our heels and hearts.
Make Haste!...melt and mold this deranged dreariness
Shape and sharpen brains and slay these serpents
These monstrous mutants mangling our minds;
Humbly hold your head high and howl…
Howl so that they may hear and hesitate
So they may fear us and our happiness
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
Reckless and rambunctious we wallow…
Wondering warily through minds highways,
Deftly we defeat our destinies
Distrustful but happy
Us harlequins hurry on hollering
Unaware of the snags and snares
Hags and hares harassing our intentions
Defiling our dreams and dashing our disappointment.