August 16, 2014

Gerber’s Strawberry Death

By EPRobles

I shed away the skin
of human shadow-faces
I begged a figural
of heartShaped lips…

my knees bled you
and ghosts ate my
golden string soul
a secret lover’s world

No! now, whoa!
I ate your soul!
Wow, low, how?
It tastes like love…

No, now, whoa!
I hate your lies
Wow, low, how?
I fell into your heart…

and your penis fly trap
devoured my only friend
a dashboard Jesus
bobs His Head…

And baby’s breath is fresh
Gerber’s strawberry death
And mother’s milk my silk
When we meet in clitoria bed

No, now! Whoa!
I ate your soul
Wow! low! how?
I gave you my soul…

You were my High School
infatuation friend
and I gave you high
behind music hall

Now Mozart turns inside
and Beethoven sighs
Cobain blew his mind
and my penis fly trap…

Eats Gerber’s strawberry death

:: 08-15-2014 ::

About EPRobles

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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