Twenty Two Bones

skull

Twenty two bones hide her darkness

A mandible hinges the lies

Three layers of skin

Bind tight the sin

Except what escapes through the eyes

 

Black heart beats a tell-tale warning

Mocking the ears of her prey

Unlike the poor hound

Who hears the sound

As lemmings we dive in your fray

 

Tribute the drug of her choosing

Served on a mirrored buffet

Most heady brew

For a ravenous shrew

Who’s beauty is fading away

 

Grasping at straw through her fingers

Cursing the ghosts of lost youth

Scoffs at the thought

Love can’t be bought

When one has no use for the truth

 

Twenty two bones hide her darkness

A mandible hinges the lies

Three layers of skin

Bind tight the sin

A demon in angel’s disguise

 

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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