Leaden Skies- Olde Punk/RamJet Poetry

Spellbinding web of words a 100 times read in awe – Olde Punk

Come and lead
Me on
Past the sallow
With leaden eyes,

Leaden cheeks
And leaden mouths
Heaving leaden words
At our backs beneath
Leaden skies

Come, come and find me
Down in the gutter
With the elixir still heavy
On my ragged breath…”


Olde Punk is an editor of Sudden Denouement and the curator of Ramjet Poetry. Hockey, food and punk rock junkie. Total sci-fi/fantasy geek. He writes, right?

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