I consume the daily bouts
Collective hours spent
Immersed in poetry
scrolling through memory
Images of such beauty
sneak peek in someone else's dream
lost behind words
stuck behind layers of clothes
Concealing that screaming part of me
it all builds
until that sweet spot flickers on
in that pool of artistic insanity
I follow the tug
to the stench of turpentine
and glisten of hues
I can feel it as I speak
that urge to spill
every part of me