The carcass of questions <br />That died in throat <br />Are still afloat <br />In black alleys <br />of blood <br />The Midas of your <br />finger tips <br />Has laced my being <br />With thousand <br />suns! <br />Velveteen lush plush <br />of <br />assurances <br />‘Yes I’ll be there’ <br />still snuggles <br />My cold and naked <br />soul <br />I still spread out <br />my palm and collect <br />The rain drops and rainbows <br />that are yours <br />To live and die <br />In this warped <br />time! <br />I crave <br />But dreams & <br />desperation <br />Are blind <br />to check posts of <br />Time!<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/check-posts-of-time/
