Love Letter To A Sorry Scholar (Poem)

Fire stains the Citadel floors. Coliseum creaks beneath the breadth of their paws. Tired walls wain as cathedral doors fall. Never since Nero was a demon born quick. Never since Jehovah did the sun look so sick. Long since gone and once again here now a tired man crows to the morning sew and long since over was the Emperors show. His woman bore a deprived child, never abdicate only to dictate and mistake. Drug dealer kissed his son a good night, then dusted his hands and prepared for the fight. Blasted and blown his heir now flown. Clipped and callused tips of his wing, peasant hears the confession of a king. Satchel of a Prince on the mongrel’s back. From the balconies of Verona dukes launched their attack. The chime of St. Paul died a humble death. The world’s oldest candle breathed its last breath. Pope Pius blessed the viper’s venom, cast back the angels from where God sent them. Ways of saying that in the day pressed and played a thousand ways the timeless sayings dwindled and hindered a hundred kindred spirits from the inward looking songbird of the hours gone past. Cast out were the blessed child and his father thou art in heaven. Never been a greater weapon, since the burial of Jesus, torn up thesis caught venereal diseases. Smash a stereo to pieces, accapella releases masterpieces telekinesis eases them mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally, splendidly, detrimentally to the rise of her legacy. Long live the infinite. Prison of the author long did he abhor her adore her cherish her fail to support her. Rodger Rabbit stashed the pistol in his drawer full of toys.  Seductive were the dimples of Adolf’s cherished boys. Walls enclose Ceaser’s hound, confounded the priest and the nun now deceased. Dedication to the cause these snide snoozing serpent shears souls sold so short set so solemn stretched so softly towards an inevitable symphony. Pause for effect. Analysts beget but soon forget the true poetic meaning, true prophetic meaning pathetic meaning. This great masterpiece of wondrous phenomenal hyperbole, admirable adoring awesome always alliteration of which the creator failed to see but we see just as much as he. Pondering phenomenon of the Patriots Pastry. Mistaken meaning in the Martian’s Soul. Paper and lyrics assembled within it. Ambiguity shields doubted credibility. Made to enjoy used for weapons to deploy, imagine it’s fun; cock another gun. Criminal credulity paid credence at last from under the mask which the poet did cast. Saw I from the beginning, passed it at the last this unchanging, blaming, never saving war waging pressure gaging craving paving the path for days gone past rushing racing pacing embracing slowly tumbling twisting twirling head first inexorably towards its end.

Theodore J. Inscoe

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