Storybook

I struck gold for God's sake
and I was dancing awake
in a lie's foreshadowed dream.
A power that played rolls
took my coat with heart's
deep eyes, slathered and soaked
in the blood of many,
pumping away.

The pointed rakes poked my mane;
chins broke and I would sew
or it seems that I lean on unstable posts;
the stamp collection watered down
in ruins that kept licking my tongue
with loud passion

I talk as if I were speaking with ghosts,
and I speak as if I know of no ones name.

Orgasms on tv dig their nails into me;
I take a break from glass shattering love,
like rabbit action screams when there is a full moon.

Reviews

[elephant]

One of my favorites.I do think the last three lines dont fit very well.they seem to be too coherent.these are some of my favorite lines.

chins broke and i would sew

or it seems i lean on unstable posts

i talk as if i were speaking with ghost
and i speak as if i know of no ones name

I dont understand how you do it but you seem to detach your writing from reality in away that its more freeing to read and the abstractness allows me to appreciate your words and flow more.blah blah blah its good.

[celyn]

I loved it
It was more than creative.

Seriously, amazing.

[Cassandra D.]

I liked it
It was very creative.