Cadaver, Godiva and Quiver
I believe that I've poisoned my liver
Pushcart on the ramp fell apart
I'm afraid I've damaged my heart
Pencil Lead, Interbred, Seeing Red
I think I've a hole in my head
Had to beg for a keg of bootleg
They just amputated both legs
Only one thing I dread even more
~ A fall from the bed to the floor
hinting a reddening of accolade festering-
attention directioned to tongue;
paling and tapering winterbourne favor for aptly displacing the sun.
entering awfully, jealousy fostering,
the chimes ring in as it drums,
actually toddering, vision grows wobbly-
marking the brain with a dove.
the fabric had folded as gravity molded their uniform into a flower;
it faded my fovea, panicking so we could speak a full word in the hour.
whispering dismally into the wind,
focus disposes my head;
clinically interbred-
feelings from tandem side-
gather to bolster a red.
bells fell in through dwelling speed,
goner elated to simmer and seep-
beckoning into and out of the feed-
inaudible promise to water the seeds.
enter the ebony poster of reckoning-
pleading and praising a branded palestrian-
pacing to plaster the bodily deafening-
falling in love as epiphany questioning; inter-sea embassy, isn’t it destiny, stilling to sanction a plea.
Hardships have hit my ego,
like a kick-boxer punching a douche bag;
my record as an artist has been compromised;
my back has been against the wall for too long.
My painting style looks clashed; different emotions
with color, interbred in a single canvas; "......if all these emotions
fit into a single person, he or she would be a psychopath!"
they scorn.
But, like a phoenix from the ashes,
I will become relevant like Da Vinci;
I will the sitting in the Hall of Fame;
just wait and see!
Ahead the grim machinery,
Beneath the diesel tread,
Construct out of wreckage,
The two are interbred.
The hand of femininity,
That delicate device,
Disproves it is a man's world,
Dispels it in a trice.
From ruins and destruction,
Demolition tinged with doom,
A flower grows regardless,
A steel magnolia bloom.
Sweet beads of perspiration
Sweat emotion from the bone,
Her love in hot transmission
Is for you and you alone.
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