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.