the
parlor air smells of
antiseptic and alcohol
while the white gauze chair
sings a sirens song
of
pleasure and pain
painting reflections of myself on
a living canvas greens
blues purples yellows
mingle freely
with the red
ink drawn
from my
veins from
another br
ushstroke
puls
ing
at
10
0
0
r
p
m
V.......................................
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 12:25 AM UTC
the
parlor air smells of
antiseptic and alcohol
while the white gauze chair
sings a sirens song
of
pleasure and pain
painting reflections of myself on
a living canvas greens
blues purples yellows
mingle freely
with the red
ink drawn
from my
veins from
another br
ushstroke
puls
ing
at
10
0
0
r
p
m
V.......................................
