The challenge words are in italics...
twisting memories of disease
force a shout from dusty lips...
the vultures' wings tip down
scenting another poet's death...
only a hairs width from insanity
taking this Kentucky amber
to force a carefree soul...
burning mind-timber glowing red and orange
decanting a boiling liquid sanity
to the voids below...
i chase these dark dreams across the sky
awaiting another taste of the death promised me
By D. C. Massey from
Musings of a Mad Celt
This is a Jigsaw Poem.