Sugar Cubes In a Bath
Warped and twisted,
Spinning inside
Colors close and they open
Like a drunken slumber’s eyes
Mismatching patterns
Correlating with signs
Jumbled, rustled, falling
Like leaves in autumn time
Hoping to pick something up
Each time I rise
Veins explode from fingertips
Like a possessive ride
Exhilaration expanded
Dilating pupils surmise
Inferring differences
With an indifferent pride
Seducing snakes like a game
Smoke drawn from lips
Red blood poured from a soul
With liquid, no grips
Like sand through ones hand
Wind moves like hips
Twisting, turning, like figure eights
For each height, a new dip
Honey melting
Like sugar cubes in a bath
Resurrecting promises
I look back and I laugh
Parodies sing
A melodious wrath
Distortion misrepresented
It could represent the past
Always looking back
Wronged remembered
Nothing can cut
What’s already dismembered
Playing tag with mice
Crackling like a fire’s ember
Cackling like a witches laugh
A now silenced endeavor
Like chutes and latter’s
I don’t know when to climb or slide
A dragon attacks like demons
A devil’s surprise
Giving out what I don’t want
Subconscious cries
For a tortured soul
A depth beyond evil eyes.
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