Extemporized Poetry (1/16/2018)
Ten, Two… The King and the Queen move through my inner sea, for wheat in my right hand while I drink left lunacy And mountain climbing against the lava, aspiring, with no shoes, just pounds on my Rings. Silver seams told love stories of We that I cannot remember, but the power intervenes and hazes through the trees to sip on a force of which said Lamb bleeds. The contradiction isn’t always what it seems The hula-head of homestead, came fighting dread before it left, and never saw this coming Naturally… For a whimsical sense, or just feeling funny, He watched Mars form a Woman, a Phoenix by study and dreamers steam outside Her engine, displeased with, yet, they wean in. While too busy sleeving, they screened him to catch movies of a darkened seeder Stupendous awe for a light firing with a cast cast out of casts the irony… Still rivers filled with a violent violet perpetrating the obstacles for golden lions. With bones in the teeth of herbivores, unfiled, they skipped the Spiral for vials of vector while They drank, so She kept Her…