poetry corner 033 – platitude/platinum attitude.

good graces, and vacant vacation spaces,
Visit with the artist, he memorised all your faces.
With maximum effort, and a Deadpool high-five,
What good does it to pick a colour, to prove I am alive
Withholding better judgement, and rational disdain,
Ghouls, agents of our downfall— Tableau of live-in pain.
Without sinners and saints, the truth runs thick and fast.
Automated mannerisms, our kind, that’s built to last.
Withering heights, God rest the dead, in bits and degrees.
It was never that he’s always watching, I question what he sees.


Leave a Reply

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 )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ 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 )


Connecting to %s