Within my shudder’s tender grasp, a blessing smile,
Amidst blue-blur scarred skies, society fractures like creme-egg,
Pink baby lips reveal a conspiracy between id and ego, within the yard
Where flamingos prance with righteous blue beetles, zealous laughs.
Crying zebras roam, with ears that bear walls but no eyes to see!
A surreal dance of desire, as sex met million days of dry humping camels, ooh!
04-11-2014 :: Rev: 06302020
E.P. Robles | Poetry 