Week 11: Spoken vs. Vulgar - (Vulgar wins)

Vulgar · 09-13-2015, 01:55 AM

Lemongrad

The sweet tea leaves sweated pine needle cider seeped in sonogram satin
The people know how much you appreciate your anonymity
dropping in like a winter wind
and collecting your checks like pollen

Maybe marriage vows and unrealized seeds were unreaped
and the fields of golden fetus
were at least as toned as ivory
I've stoned a toddler at sunrise when he wasn't even born
like stepping on a leaf unturned on Cornucopia Ave.

The tree had no visitors, none at all --
emptiness in fields vaster than Elysium and Valhalla
lodestones and birth thermometers
Glass eggs and other fertility symbols
staved in the hollow of the tree
like a Christmas stocking but the household...
No sounds of joy within it
No cries of child's laughter
A human settlement devastated by humans
who settled on a pumpkin patch anomaly

Sycamore Sabbath commences;
I'm shivering air and the rabbis came knocking
on wooden doors to priesthood cabins
Don't mind the Buddhist or Islamic tablets
Read it in the tabloids as clear as murky daylight!

The trees have grown, the pigeons stoned
and the perfect mile has been isolated
as a tree stands at the end like an iron fork
even the scarecrows were intimidated

09-13-2015, 01:55 AM	#1
Vulgar Razor-thin derision Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 4,422 Battle Record: 40-25 Accomplishments - OM HOF Champed - Fight Night LIV - Gimmick Battle League (2x) - Write Week II - Art of Writing League - Storytelling And Topical Invitational Tournament - STI - Haiku Writer Challenge - GWL Picture Challenge(2x) Rep Power: 49604320	Lemongrad The sweet tea leaves sweated pine needle cider seeped in sonogram satin The people know how much you appreciate your anonymity dropping in like a winter wind and collecting your checks like pollen Maybe marriage vows and unrealized seeds were unreaped and the fields of golden fetus were at least as toned as ivory I've stoned a toddler at sunrise when he wasn't even born like stepping on a leaf unturned on Cornucopia Ave. The tree had no visitors, none at all -- emptiness in fields vaster than Elysium and Valhalla lodestones and birth thermometers Glass eggs and other fertility symbols staved in the hollow of the tree like a Christmas stocking but the household... No sounds of joy within it No cries of child's laughter A human settlement devastated by humans who settled on a pumpkin patch anomaly Sycamore Sabbath commences; I'm shivering air and the rabbis came knocking on wooden doors to priesthood cabins Don't mind the Buddhist or Islamic tablets Read it in the tabloids as clear as murky daylight! The trees have grown, the pigeons stoned and the perfect mile has been isolated as a tree stands at the end like an iron fork even the scarecrows were intimidated