Less Than Felicity Poem by Dog goD 8Hate

My bastille
and mistaken house
has taken on
deep and hidden
character, a reality
only I may perceive.
This conceived through
years of diabolic design
imposed of they
flagrant gods

I ...
subjugated subordinate
gaze from a dirty, obtund window
seeking assuage, but relegated
mere and dark suggestion -
imperious clouds seem to
growl in menacing mien,
dark, thunderously ...
unkind

there are
no birds here ...
not one affectionate view
not even, a crow


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