Poem -

DRESSED AS A TIGER WE STILL CHAT

my madness based on true story

Curves reach into straight
fully immersed into super  hot
crowd beats one drum
bouncing stars fight on skin
tattoed meat
pushed forward lessons burnt
false those angels
bleaching feather
bending the songs
ageless decisions
prepare a surgeons incision
ques form all collected
bread falls from an excited cloud
mobile in graves
silent deceased
silent in noise and increase

do you need a pen
Noblesse oblige
pulling painful pieces
dragging carts with tinged thoughts
dripping as fat from the 1970s stove
I know if you paint my face
beside the ocean
in tomorrows shifted plan
 the sand in pools where creatures hide
perhaps I can die
alone in soft feeling

between a charge
I sleep as dreams carry yesterday's chain

sleepless saint
how faint your fingers tap
tunes ring on haunted bone
placed in a living thing

SKIN
 

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