Violence to Language, Part 1
Fixed in place and with regret and tired lonely sentiment and barren children all deny their duty to the broken sky and honors must require trust with sadden loss a key to lust as what it gleans it so demeans and tatters like our rusty screens of lying thoughts and wailing tots to show distress without duress with firebrands and burning sands to kill the love of God above the hole he's worn so you can scorn without a deed to kill your greed and take away the noisome day without a gun to kill the sun in scornful praise and grim delays and sheltered souls in parables who never speak in rhyme.
Taken quick in halls of jade a cut a prick without a blade or even motive to destroy the mighty halls of mannered joy approved for all who might yet fall before the might of all that's trite in joyless times of passion crimes and countries dark with all that's stark in life denied and foolish pride in the great face of melting grace with tired eyes to burn the cries of children sent to wonderment so far away from where they stay so to deny they all must die without regret cause that's the bet that they can claim regarding shame, that everyone's a bitter son or angry child who won't be filed without a note that they can gloat that all is well in urban Hell, with children glad that they are bad, and each a freak of crime.
(c) 1999 Benjamin Keller
Fixed in place and with regret and tired lonely sentiment and barren children all deny their duty to the broken sky and honors must require trust with sadden loss a key to lust as what it gleans it so demeans and tatters like our rusty screens of lying thoughts and wailing tots to show distress without duress with firebrands and burning sands to kill the love of God above the hole he's worn so you can scorn without a deed to kill your greed and take away the noisome day without a gun to kill the sun in scornful praise and grim delays and sheltered souls in parables who never speak in rhyme.
Taken quick in halls of jade a cut a prick without a blade or even motive to destroy the mighty halls of mannered joy approved for all who might yet fall before the might of all that's trite in joyless times of passion crimes and countries dark with all that's stark in life denied and foolish pride in the great face of melting grace with tired eyes to burn the cries of children sent to wonderment so far away from where they stay so to deny they all must die without regret cause that's the bet that they can claim regarding shame, that everyone's a bitter son or angry child who won't be filed without a note that they can gloat that all is well in urban Hell, with children glad that they are bad, and each a freak of crime.
(c) 1999 Benjamin Keller