rust to something louder

<p>'rust to something louder'</p> <p><br></p> <p>and so after all these months</p> <p>i grip spade and grave rob the tomb</p> <p>my old haunts have moved on</p> <p>still fervor rattles the bones</p> <p>marvel, will you</p> <p>over my state of preservation</p> <p>a cold corpse yet done dying</p> <p>decayed lips yet done lying</p> <p>aren’t we taught truth</p> <p>comes from the heart</p> <p>my veracities boxed now</p> <p>atop another’s shelf.</p> <p><br></p> <p>you thought i’d be dust and powder.</p> <p><br></p> <p>i’ve evolved from rust to something louder</p> <p>than you could ever comprehend.</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p>www.josephpinto.com&nbsp;</p> <p>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</p> <p>*</p> <p>Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted;</p> <p>all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted.</p> <p>*</p> <p>‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.</p>