Of a Love No MoreVomit green car Coke can falling Out an open door Puking sputtering to life As a pedal touches floor Blue grey fumes Exhumed from the grave Rocking the cradle Heating the cauldron Dipping a ladle Violet sky hue So high before dusk So high before dawn Disinterested A disheartened yawn Broken gold heart In sticky candy wrappers The chain is broken Lying on the floor Parting words spoken... |
imachinationsthe burning puppet dances on a sea of flaming glass tap dancing the mirrored sparks to life as bloody dew drops gather on the blades of glass in the form of a figure eight in numbers to great to calculate the reasons for your scarlet imachinations. carved as runes in wooden feet by an unseen knife are your intentions as hard to touch as infinity are your acid-etched imachinations. not limited by reason are you or the speed of the light that shines through your stained-glass personality.
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MonologueRapid fire tongue Frog tongue flicking flies Snatching words out of the air The shark smile does not disguise A twisted tongue oozing lies From a heart that does not care For either way the wind blows is fine And whether the end or means Is common or divine Nothing is as it seems Whether plodding reality Or rapid fire dreams That cling with tenacity To the fly paper of your tongue That speaks of things to come Of heroes and gods unsung Emerging from the thick fog That blocks out the sun Will your monologue Ever be done? |