Full House
I followed that man too
A few blocks away
Surrounded by women
Laughing Hysterically
They were symbols of my muse
Poetry
The ink a mix of sweat, bile, blood
I seethe in my heart too
Her scent was Sweet and more than I can say
Vanilla Bean from her thighs in
Splack, splick, splack
Drops like wind on my skin
Over MyHead
In arms length the same fired rain
On the Skylight
As I sleep
With the crippling moon on my wall
Incriminating me
Consciously, unconscious
I am a creative soul by nature. I can take sounds, words, images and create more sounds, images and words, so come through and enjoy the mixture, take in the vibe and relax.
awesome poem.
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