Oh, Stoned

from a stoned creature to another,
breathe inhale the heated lover
the gorgeous mother
the stand seperate twin

oh, my masterpieces of
melted lines say hell sway
on the paper deep
a someone gets to breathe

writer you did not eat today,
your letters do fall long..
they turn and twitch
and neon strip on each of your pretty tongues

feeling

we should all fail bruises cause
higher is not high enough
..anymore

and anyone could steal you?
reach out to touch your lungs..
and your mouth
and your bones
and, and, and with that
tomorrow is never again.

the way that I'm looking at you,
something in their faces says

" I stun, stun, shun those whom look the face open.."

and pardon sir,
those words were not of my voice
the pats on each knee
were not pushed outside in
by sweet little [her] me..

Her, her, her and the gown is hot
loyalty laws and the guilded age
of every fucking line on
every fucking page

open mouth,
entrance

you bring this,
you claim your gift...
praise down to knees for you
on this secluded trip


The poetry was just flowing out.