The falling needle
The ink in stamps
A blood stomp,
A permanent statement,
Stop
The sail is ripe
The rope and plank
Choke the wooden poles
A line of red can be seen all around the ankle
It Itches
It hurts
Burn the salt and lemon rash
The bird can kiss a wild jack
The teeth keep plummeting in the sink
Fights clash and occur
Faster than clanging beers
Laid back and free
For a price of a late night candy rush
A black stone weighs too much for the sea
Mini anchor seeps deep,
Through the deep lagoon,
The "enlightened" ship
And the echoes of crews grasping
To the rushing stream
A red gem has tumbled and flipped,
A wavy drift
Floats and tiredly shifts
To the surface, it slumps on the clay sand
The gem is taken to a seaweed venal chest
Of the big crimson man
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Poems with Jasables
PoetryPoems are love, Poems are life, It's the soul of me And what I can be. My crowd gets big, And keeps getting bigger, That's cuz Jesus Christ is mah love! Peace. *Mic drop* I thought I was going to say it, didn't u?
