Masticated By Ignorance
There is an eye fashioned from iron
A steely cold cellar for a famished soul
Iron eyes feigning to macadamize
The dark circlets around the orbits
A wreath of cinder from the toppled
Empire, a shriveled recollection
Of lacerations and ecstatic slurs
A stringing harp of the devil
There was a man with iron eyes
Reeking of a valuable possession
Exhumed from a constant oppression
A gilded and ciphered fanaticism
A lopsided ribbon of disposition
A fortified super imposition
That devoured the man's vision
And cloyed the nausea into gagging
With a cigarette rolled on his hand
And panic knotting on the other
Fear wedging on his angry teeth
The lanky man rode a lightning
And ripped the undulating street
All downhill the ocean floor
Devoured by the mad looming city
Devoured by a blossoming paranoia
This man was spruced with derailment
A delusion that no doctor or witch
Can diagnose and convalesce
He ran and ran, unknowing what's on his hands
Past the livid vultures and hissing panthers
In the pavement of a mad hostile jungle
He would traipse and will be preyed
No one knowing that he didn't know
poem by Norman Santos
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