Legends

I have to exist larger than my life
Beating through a 56 inches chest
That hosts poet’s nightly ambitions.
I make legends out of nothing like
A woman who never existed to die.

Die she must for legend of future,
Because she has to return legend.
It matters little she never existed.
Actually her future never existed.
Her present is in my 56 inch chest
And it needs a future with legend.

I have push this down street throat
A dusty path legends have to follow
And in this process the woman dies
Who had not existed to turn legend.
But I have an open-ended existence
And I can return a legend anytime.
But the maggots are not impressed.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s