Of Gods & Frankenstein
Mana Junkie
in a certain room
where images are reduced
more is contained than what could be deduced
there’s a storm brewing outside
the ions conquer our tongues
the song we sang is sung
pretty speeches fall onto the floor
the scene waxes the scene wanes
we both succumb to nods
a wry smile
a knowing grin…………
becoming more froth upon the goblets of the gods.
where images are reduced
more is contained than what could be deduced
there’s a storm brewing outside
the ions conquer our tongues
the song we sang is sung
pretty speeches fall onto the floor
the scene waxes the scene wanes
we both succumb to nods
a wry smile
a knowing grin…………
becoming more froth upon the goblets of the gods.