"Coventry's Nightingale" by Anthony J. Ciccariello III

You would send me from the bitter sleep.
All the duster's were in line today.
Time I spell out all the incidents.
Which led me to a county store.

Will you sample from past innocence?
If the poison's now administered.
When the chorus sang in fleshed out tones.
Was a quid pro quo eliminate.

We all leap into the after dark.
At the building near the sultry walk.
Bless the beasts who attend the show.
In Coventry's Nightingale.

See small sister fall from eve.
Nod gently to the rushing tide.
Last immaculate encroaching fast.
Note the leopards in the distance roar.

While the steaming patch is vertical.
As the greeter takes two hours wage.
You may lie among the costumed rams.
Taking mystery so commonplace.

She saw you in the neon paste.
Wishing all the wildness subside.
Typical for this time of year.
Bathe later in the Autumn Fall.

Just Julie's playing rough tonight.
While the sitar was in proper tune.
Come strum, ignite a social dig.
In Coventry's Nightingale.

A frail waif has become the scene.
Hushing all the bland laments.
From Asia comes a twisted tail.
Demeaning all the wall of stares.

Was there ever a more latent game?
That belied the fact no one was made.
From the frolics made on Cheshire street.
Wilted moments take the rear.

You capitulate before a move.
Add attention to the malady.
You accentuate descriptive verse.
To let the plastic touch you there.

Welcome now all the nautical.
As they slip into the pungent lair.
Make the best of years you rule in ease.
In Coventry's Nightingale.

Critiques:

-I do not understand what you were trying to convey in this poem. There are many wonderful metaphors, and yet they aren't connected at all. I think it's meant to be mysterious, and yet I am unable to find any meaning in the seemingly unrelated stanzas.

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