A sidelong glance, nothing exposed
3 chances past, she taunts she knows
An urge put off, a growing fire
soon Ill do it, my funeral pyre
Since I sense no meaning, no
nothing in sight
Ill wait to see her, see her at night
Hellen in Hell, burning blue bells
lights ever melting, molting, morphing
the winged worm, I so adore thee
Monarch of me, I'm queen of thee
We'll explode in the sky
two wings of the same butterfly
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
Fog faced the city
new age distractions
middle meager action
no interaction
no attraction
words few and far in between
like the occasional drops
that squeeze thru the ceiling
A finger to the fog
cheshire cat
Smiles nearby, bus art
the best art
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
A blank naked book
for writing?!
It must be mine
My mother, other sister
in the back of my mind
begged me to scribe
so i will till I BLEED
This tabla raza she cried
you will fill with our words
Even though you will realize
they are surely yrs
Bury the tablet deep in yourself
it might hurt a lot
BUT TO RAISE A NEW HEAVEN
one must built it from rot
So shove it deep into
the hell of your pocket
Heaven above must surely spot it
Don't fear my dear
Loose yourself in the toys
play soothing piano for the boisterous boys
grab the gems the unwanted daughters
they don't need anything
but forceful fathers
THE SHIRT THE SHIRTS!
blinding brilliant colors
Above all these distractions the doors a little farther
Butterflys to the feet
to soften
yr
step
but remember to run if they quicken their step!
WE WILL SEE WHO RUNS OUT OF BREATH
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC