There is sweat and magic in her creases
a fragrant treasure
a fervent secret
there is a flashing
world of neurocracy
there is red
and there is black
there is in fact
a luminous universe
I smile quietly
at this silken craven thought.
lets shuck these green folds of
corn skin that cover me
my kernel is sweet
rows and rows of friends
walking stiffly forward
a drama unplanned, randomly perfect,
an organised chaos
I in my gold pants and flourishing breasts
like waterfalls of flesh
sun bleached dunes
smiling in a tempest of
This is magical…..
where a kernel of corn
is the meaning of life
in it’s grotto
grins upon a hexed cushion
that stinks and smothers.
Excessive rhythmic noise
on my vestibule doors
green with envy and moss.
sparking a heated tumbling
and there is one choice
………..to embrace transparency
…..or ……..shut ………my ………………eyes
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
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Scripting the desires that are soul deep
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The Poetry Monarch.
Life, Death, and Everything In Between
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
Sharing my poetry to help end the stigma about mental health
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