Silktail Envyplums, poem

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poem about imagery, the concept of a 'silktail envyplum'. First of the pair, Silktail Envyplums.

Submitted: May 09, 2007

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Submitted: May 09, 2007



The devil’s final bet

The devil’s final regret

Was that we’d waste our days away

Underneath the sun of human selves.


But of all the things I wish I wrote

And of all the things I remember writing

It was that beauty is fruitless and dry

Not ripe, there is no sun within this meat.


There were cows and hens and farms

Down this old street, I’m trying to find it

It has all the things I remember remembering

But too tired to think about memories.


Big forms and big hands

Interventions are right on queue

Hit the lullaby and rock the babe to

His final sleep. Shakespeare was violent



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