Each One Of Us Has A Vagabond's Bosom

by Ben Pickard   Jul 4, 2017


'tween moonshine meanderings
on sanity's sacred ground or
over listless wastelands of the lost,
a daily furrow is ploughed. And you,
the harbinger of my ambiguous
damnation, hide the heavens' eyes
that they may wink a timely wink
and miss the hellish deeds my hands
so heinously commit.

Concrete besmears ears of corn,
thus, containing, nay! - imprisoning
the righteous toils of mankind
that it may make lamebrains of us all.
Oh, devilish deeds that simmer beneath
a hellish sun, and festoon our fallacious
hearts, make like mercury and shift your
blasted form! Paint our piteous souls
a lighter shade of black and let the angels
lay in our vagabond's bosom.

--

Ben Pickard 2017

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  • 3 months ago

    by Em

    I am truly blown away!!

    • 3 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Sorry about that, Em , lol

    • 3 months ago

      by Em

      Ben it is abit windy here haha

  • 3 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Amazing piece. Dramatic imagery, a poem that could only be done Justice by being read aloud theatrically on an open stage. Another masterpiece Ben x

    • 3 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you, everyone, though I'm not entirely sure what it's about. It came in the middle of the night at the wrong end of a bottle of wine, lol

  • 3 months ago

    by Ren

    I can't even attempt to form a coherent comment at the moment...

    Just...woah...Ben! Freaking...amazing!

    (<3)^click!

  • 3 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    What a great message, Ben, and how true! This is really a splendid piece. It's beautiful!

  • 3 months ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Benny - this is simply.. amazing.
    Well done..

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