Paint and Poetry

I Throw myself into my poetry Fling myself until I bleed Until I'm knee deep in similes Until from my eyes seep seas of salty seeds Spiraling in the double helix of hyperboles Hyper.. Hy..per..ven.. Hyperventilating I Am the paint I Am the poetry I'm abstract and multi-hued With 60 shades of blue My imagery is true I have no apologies for you Just a PSA You may leave with paint splatters on your brain That's the vice of a voyeur That's the limerick liquor My paint doesn't fit quietly in the canvas corners I careen violently across the borders I will not be quartered I cannot be contained My greens blast from my being Shooting my stanzas Crashing the canvas Like a smoothie gone loony My reds are marooning Crooning, in crimson Til they collide into the vision My metaphors are mushrooming into magentas Bursting through a plethora of placentas Just ta' Just ta' Just to permeate my purple Sending me in circles Now my symbols are cyphering Cyphering... Cyphering... Cyphering... Glimpses of gold rings Grinning at gravity The effervescence of my espresso Drinks in drops of yellow Jupiter is live tonight Poetry personified I am She and She is I And my black is my pride And my black is my flight The Raven Always Flies STILL, I rise That's the rhythm of my reprise And the juxtaposition Of my purpose and my passion Equals ascending acceleration So my colors burst through the prism Because the light is right And the tide is high The moon is in my eyes The sun is on my side And I, am Flight