V.D.

Foolish.

spit fire swallowed swords
perspire six bullets out &
shoot arrows into the hoarde.
cherub, cut the cord
to this cloud
nine contorted to coincide
with the cliche story
we created in our minds,
it's only
dragging us behind
the rest of the star dust
and eruptions in the sky.
still I cant deny
that you and I
seemed to be aligned
& perfectly alive but
blinded by this
blissful chemical connection
blurring boundaries,
any and all direction
I had built up to believe in
I don't see it anymore.

well don't you believe in ghosts?
I've heard that you can't see those
&still they make the most of their state
watching us throw ours away
for rage, for payback, for show.

now you didn't say hear me say that,
it's just a theory not a proven fact,
but boy,
do those theories hold fast.

alas
I am bloody
paper-hearted substance
& foam lip logic
but you may call me nonsense

Author's Note

I wanna add to this,eventually. Not totally content with it.

Reviews

[Bear]

Contort not the already twisted mind of a mad (man or woman) who already sees more that (he or she) knows how to foretell to those who hang titles on (him or her) of orical because (he or she) can find purpose in all things, even a venereal disease. Very insightful and witty, thank you!

[Jamestown]

I agree, a day to remember to, love the one your with. We have a day set aside
to remember to love your spouse, unbelievable! Anyway this write was great and I can see
why you may add to it, the door is still open, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!