...All are eternally infatuated ....
Even fingers do it tenderly on a key-board
And violently within
This is in my twenties
I pee on plurality
It is all about you and me.
Under the roof of sunset
I loose the tap to break down
On my tired feet twitching over spam
i dab against the virgin twilight
and strike past the liquid mirror…
Wrap, unwrap
My words are well with
Or without braces
Sharp and strong on tender meat
you. You have never been yourself
like my words.
You are a well dressed being
With hooves and in hoses
You have been Brutus to your impulses
…And brutal to my poem.
3 comments:
Non-Rhythmic, disturbing and non-"relateable". (General comment about all thine poesy). Way to go ...
a naturally wild rustle of leaves swept up in a whirlwind of passions...that are fighting the yellow... both within and without...
This seems to be madly all over the place! Ha. Poetic license is the will of the author and the critique of the reader, so in this respect I'm going to sit on the fence and say ingeniously and wrecklessly applied! Ha. Very cryptic and mind boggling! Thank you. Take care.
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