Parables…fables…crimson tubes of unspoken melt
Mostly a milk drop… suckled before a kiss…. Blown before it felt
Curious little mutton chops… hanging in between…
Sacrificial rituals… the blades are always keen…
Fire alarms for elements the mind can’t always feel…
Chunky orange blocks of ice… a soul that can’t reveal…
Of death impasse…of golden coal….of birds purchasing flights…
Of climbing walls with coated tar…of hiding from the nights
Sell token parts…and broken hearts… the trade trips on delight
A twisted knot…a stolen cot….with strings to pull on kites…
A heart of love…the choice above…you make but do not give…
Consume a pint of poison just… like snakes you do not live…
But pray you do… and prey away… at holes dug into youth…
And mould from fake messiahs with borrowed gospels of truth….
Then what of words make you and I… what give them unto you…
What color then paints your shapeless soul….something you bumped into?
You blink...you sigh…you fake…you take…you take…when do you choose?
A tinkling sound awakes the cat….and yet the mouse runs loose…
Yoghurt whips and acid trips belong before the sun…
Balmy lips made love to pink… now a red blot stains their run…
A hungry cave resides amidst a purple coated deer…
The abyss becomes fossilized… the smoke freezes in fear...
A shawl in black that’s knit with time… can’t cover beyond a stare…
But an oracle seeking love will find an address for everywhere…
