THE WORLD’S BLOOD POURS IN VAST AMOUNTS OF TEARS

TO see you >like eating  paper-cut bleeding memories< secret
luminous whose soul and smile
imperviously kisses all my          timeless soul!
a silver Snail!(         here, inventing
stares like U!     ) Prince of sensitivity
a SPIRIT INK dripping    of so fascinating con-
VERSATION by vagina          I offer to bow so low
like scholars, in dusty halls of academic anemic fell
so weak after tasting the  fruit of your garden of
Eden!  Oh words be sick as I am sick –>a royal worried
for my soul:  which at best    is bestly a talent for
only poetry.
And I wish I had more chances more opportunity to chase the
heat of the sun; spliced, I’m half of what I was born
FREAK!  And the world’s blood POURS in vast amounts of tears
across the valley of missed opportunity like high school
GEEK!  FREAK!  HEAD!  no one__.

:: 06-11-2015 ::