Gord

2019-12-03 01:34 pm

Like a hurt cardinal, bandaged,
Perhaps again it flies perverse,
Perhaps times himself per verse,
Per second, per lurch, per word;
Managing his time it finds a perch,
Challenging himself, flies the world;
Flies and bugs no more,
Pecking the spine it eats a horse,
Like a fuhrer pardoned, seminal, 
Perhaps one finds it not so curt,
Curtsies, words lies, Lord survives.
"I would make gentle return,
Messiah of none, I arrive,
Time to waste no more."
It hears but fury, speaks short,
"Perhaps past such things were worse,
Such meaning in verses,
Supple leanings of wings of worry,
Speckled and shiny this rock is yours"