A New Dawn

First, there was the dark world;
With dark lords and dark people.
Lately, there is the lime light;
With cloud white and coolness.

Yet, I clap with the singing poet;
Bang! Bang! Whooping palms cough.
Distrain of erstwhile condominium;
The gods will no longer foot our bills.

The sky is a flirty rag;
Stained with the blood of innocent stars.
Smite by the keenness of words.
Green grasses spurs in the field for goat;
Ate by lazy loins like bloody meat.
Our glengarry reset.

Words are corpse with corpus curse;
They hum in writer's ear;
Cry of their loved ones in Bethel.
Alignments & fonts, all for yobbish gut.

The Apple in Adam's throat
The miracle of drooling pen
The old thing in newer bottles.
New dawn of everyday ink.