Alphabet Poem / Lucas Montpart Spite / Lucas Montpart

Alphabet Poem

Lucas Montpart

Answers that will go unanswered, Bold actions, Consequences Diabolical grief, Elevated beyond relief. Falling out being the result. Go home, I thought. Home, the place I started dreading, so I stay for some kind of benefit. Just to feel like dirt the whole time.

Killjoy on the horizon, Low self-esteem everywhere it goes, Might as well let it talk but No one else will stop it, Opening up the floor for Prosperous (or pompous) talking.

Questions arise, they want Rain with glass to Shower us into the soil. The fate of dinosaurs will be Us, Days of a Violent extinction, it predicts. With nothing to inhabit the planet, Xenogenic forces may examine us, Yet could only speculate, and then, Zing away with just a vague idea.

(Guess I’m going home)

Spite

Lucas Montpart

Your existence is a hollow grave, Waiting for a body to inhabit, Your body temperature is low, Sleep it off in this wooden casket, Warmed by soil filled with worms.

The last thing you will see, The dark night sky, Jupiter, far from bright, You recall seeing it, The stars, the void you call it, In a car falling in space, Do you feel nothing When you see it? For this feeling will be Forever more in your death.