By Elliot Moore from London, England - Shadow People, CC BY-SA 2.0, Link
Thanks Wikipedia!
Mother’s
Tongue on Ice
Return
by demand through a case to save
More
lives on additional orders with fever,
When
the sky in your blood makes kissing face
Over
holiday price like one angry beaver:
Voices
on her silver blow away shadows
From
my visualized hat in these black horse dreams,
Thus
I evict our reservation on casual voyage
By
show wrapping orange box reams;
Again
there’s value type to soft tail just
As
electrifying cross for lights north up green,
When
extended returns towards Swiss dragons
Keep
time in few windows near quiet black knights seen.
*I wrote this in unison with my television, which
gave me ideas. The poem is an
exaggeration of my family life because I’ve studied various kinds of Spanish
literature. I like this poem because it
has new ideas that sound like old conversations. I just get that feeling, you know?
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