Z.M. Wise. Flyer Poem #150: Verbal First Draft.

Flyer Poem #150: Verbal First Draft

 Should have said it anyway.
 Should have traveled the road not yet taken.
 Should have gone to the spirit of the stairway.
 Should have had the decency to listen.
 
 
 Now, the pale ice caps have liquefied 
 to the bottom of the river of grandeur.
 The heat wave has frozen over as a new age hell.
 
 
 Now, the countries underground have taken
 a subterranean terrain for all on stage.
 It is just as well…
 
 
 Should have gone the distance.
 Should have apologized to familia.
 Should have unleashed the elemental war dance.
 Should have raised awareness for bibliophilia.
 
 
 Oh, the face’s strains cannot hold on any longer.
 And I’ve lost the power to cooperate.
 Oh, the tiger’s stripes have grown much stronger.
 Our heroine is one minute too late.
 
 
 Should have led the lady by the hand.
 Should have created more space on the island raft.
 Should have counteracted against the protesting band.
 Should have erased the verbal first draft.
 
 
 Now, the ocean shores have dried as much as
 desert storms against the stinging eyes.
 Can you see clearly through the mirage?
 
 
 Now, the once-populous territory has been
 swallowed whole by the jaws of the depths.
 It sends an aquatic barrage.
 
 
 Should have taken a different direction.
 Should have given into innovative hypnosis.
 Should have partaken in a mental dissection.
 Should have seen the junior-level mitosis.
 
 
 Oh, the padlocked heart breathes metal over flesh.
 He’s forgotten how being love even matters.
 Oh, the wolf’s advanced radius is in for a kill so fresh.
 The hero’s idea of long-lasting romance has shattered.
 
 
 The chains: every single link breaks
 and the earth begins to quake. 
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