Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Poems and Prose #127 - Babel

In dreams, I rise
and rise and reign,
my garments thick
and hardly plain,
brilliance coursing
through my brain,
as hot laughter leaves
my lungs inflamed.

"This place is mine.
Here, I'll remain,"
goes my
bellicose refrain,
while the earth at my feet
crumbles to grains,
my trousers pocked
with hot urine stains.