The Reaction To His Poetry

it tastes like spoiled chunky year old milk from a broken wine glass left in a burning shack hidden deep within a green forest barricaded by a black haunting mountain i mean my old lover's mansion at least it was spacious to me.. and it tasted like something.. it tastes like he brought my love as barters beg for freedoms inexpensive love bruises from broken wine glasses love nurturing and nutritious spoiled free-falling on the Milky Way love tastes similar and simplified to doves taking flight love that breathes life love that hides that bobs and weaves love that survives but i am sick from spoiled chunky year old milk and tastes disappear for his poetry is all that i hear.. thunderous and inharmonic rainfall is all that i heard.. rainfall is all that i heard..