Friday, April 22, 2011

Another start of a shitty poem. Procrastination central.

Numb
Automobile dodging lubrication
Precious nectar tastes less sweeter
Yet still twitching for an elixir
A potent potion that toasts the soul
Intoxicating psychosis leaves the lingering drenched
A dash of oil to the gaping chamber
Widened reeds aim to please
Slide down with slits and dangling limbs
Gradually drowned in serenity 
Metamorphosis to detachment
Limbs disjointed, scattered on pavement
Scratched and scathed, scars abound
Some blemishes are never found
Fabric recoils, unveiling stints of exit
Temptation bursting at the seams
Oozing stained glass, blood-stained dreams
Hours are jarring
The blip on the radar was a nonexistent fragment
A mirage because I prayed too hard
Kneel till the pebbles produce dents 
Though it’s time poorly spent 
Bitter dewdrops tilted like a fan
Spread eagle to beaming swords 
A floating soul, a gliding apparition
With no direction
Face scathing in a sea of coals
Soaked in ambivalence
Cloaked in false dominance 

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