Cyclonic DestructionA Poem by redzone...metaphors are hell
Cyclonic Destruction
Metaphors are so unfair in the way they breathe in air and exhale cyclonic destruction. Take the sticky sweetness of diabetic blood as it oozes from a wounded heart. Then try to put the pieces back together again after love has turned demonic. And they say poets can find asthetics floating anywhere in the world. HA! When all that is there to find is a pool of sweetly toxic blood. And the shadow of what appears to be a once human being. Lost Alone Drifting on oblivion's edge, not yet having the courage to jump in. Poets it seems, like the rest of us, know nothing at all. Metaphors! And all I have is my Lagunitas IPA. ~ ~~redzone 6/28/14 © 2014 redzoneAuthor's Note
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