Poetry / Withdrawals
Making love is like dying.
A flood of inspirations
tread stagnant in the birdbath.
GLUB!
She was born on the nth of August.
In her life movie,
the ghostly
infected bunny
dripped suspense
down her legs,
while strolling
down
an unlit country road.
Penniless,
strung out off of rage, anxiety and lust,
her trudging steps
blow
Chronic smoke as a libation
to start
a long lonely moon shower.
She wants to die!
But is banned from purgatory
for not wearing shoes
and being a bunny
who thought she was fly!
(Buzzzz)
Begging
Pleading
Offering
Beatitude
Lamentation
Overtly
Whimsical
Jubilant
Offensive
Bargaining
Sedatives
For a pair of shoes
For a pair of shoes
For a pair of shoes
Cadaver dogs restrain her by the ankles.
A dark lizard aggravates her vibrating
raspberry
taut and tangy terra-astral cave,
teaching and preaching
that we always want what we cannot have!
Colors of sunrise tie dyes her unknown.
The morning dew
absorbs the taunting laughter
from the murderers
and shades of yesterday
Knowing they wish it was them
smelling the butter and bacon
from a hobo’s hotplate.
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i like this piece because its so strange with the way you describe things, to be honest it sounds like you might not have been sober, not that it really matters, it is quite confusing though, its hard to know what youre talking about, sometimes i think its one thing, sometimes another, but it is really good overall.
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