無題 ②

pride is a rustic regalia:
throbbing thread, cloak, punctured trigger
foiled detergent can't lick the tongues
of sassy stains etched'n reeling robe

humility is a sworn spell
nocturnal nature seldom spells
on the haggard hay of merit
dark dribbles, wits by kindle lit

felon fame's saucy silhouette:
hankering honour on tour shed
lanky litters of reflections
pored paranormal - fate's fusion

porous pain's the bruised breath of time
heaved on stances, withers wit's might.

Note: of pourous pain