Striking, turquoise genetics, douse my cries in grieving resplendency, for my naked soul weeping has become almost a dependency //.-
familiar devil's hands tucking me into home-made bones;
conscious, automatic,
////-..f-feelings sporadic ///.-.
I..-///.-.. ..I.///.-./.
I am not on my own,
shambling skeletons, rocking out upon the dance floor, twerking to a cathartic post-punk sound - jagged multi-colour squares flashing spasmodically, jumping and jiving all over the ground,
crowds of pretty girls in leather tops, thrashing their hips to the beat, moving in fluent passion skin blushed, dripping and sweaty from the heat,
whilst the darkness spoons out mousy doe eyes, trading them in for introspective sight colliding souls gyrating blindly beneath schizophrenic light
curdling their kaleidoscopic hearts, tainting them homologous - rubbed raw from a crass reflection, hammering lips to robotic DNA
.//-. dr-...dru- //
drugging our minds for a complexion that's perfection.
AJ/SF
#cheekyrepost
IMPORTANT; this is a collaboration between me and a poet previously posted on an app called Opuss - the other poet is called Samantha (username @paintingskies) and I hereby declare this poem a shared effort.