Monday, August 22, 2011

The Mission Statement

Fresh from a trip
I return home with
newfound fervor burning
me up like a fever,
eager to strike at the heart
of my Gordian knot tying
up master plots taking up spots
in burial plots,
the mental graves of a craven
turned necromancer,
armed with syllable-sharpened lances
with battle standard pennants snapping,
I tire of empty words
and hunger for your empty skulls.

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