Dynamite Lotus

Dynamite Lotus in lilac ensemble,
serene presentation, but I know you too well.
Black-magic diva, clowns fumble;
the scars will glitter along Alice's hell.
Lost your mind, have you, drinking lust,
a shot to the brain with obsessive relapse?
Childish chimera on borderline hope;
part skull tattoo, part shy lemonade glass.
On whose throne do you twirl, poised lie?
Admit dependence on Mother Lily's crown.
Linked by graphene umbilical cord
soft lashes stretch high, but tonight you will drown.
The froth on twelve orders of botulinum
stacks, crisp needles choking one hay-thread.
Heart-pulse, ribbons tear, blood rain shrieks
like tongueless infant thrown in shadow's bed.
Petals gashed and truth unveiled, the Lotus blooms dead.

Reviews

[duff]

Well damn. There is certain poetry that puts a huge smile on my face and you did just that. I can't even pick one line because all of them are sick. Clever wording executed with brilliance. One of the best pieces of writing I've read on here. Dope work dear poet. Seriously.

[Kay]

That's quite a compliment, thank you so much! This one took a while with the subtle references. I'm glad to hear it made you smile. =)

[duff]

Well you did a great job and you can tell the hard work paid off. I forgot to mention I love the title also. Huge smile.