crumbling lipstick and
sweet water dreams
and
cotton candy apples, please,
spare a chance for that pretty face
that gets lost in a carnival(what a fool)
falls into a tarot reading tent,
and finds out she dies tomorrow(oh no!).
rushing and bumbling about, my fairy queen,
dear saccharine angeline,
dear spring love,
such a feline, what grace,
a dead dove raised above its place and god
it makes me wonder why heaven never
lived up to its expectations
soft core, caramelized strawberries
like a summer's eve or eve in summer
or what untainted beauty we must
lay our foul hands upon?
stop your sentences
hide your rhyme
cleanse the accumulated grime under fingernails, oh my
i think i saw a cherub flying about in the sky
i hope he blesses you,
hope he kisses you,
hope he strings you up like an electrical cord,
freezes you up to make sure those fucking electrons don't bother you no more
wait for fall and taste blood rusting over orange organs and flowering bushes of laid hands and blood and the occasional gravestone, shit, i forgot about those.
make rose prose and make do and make by, just make, really;
because when the blue lord opens his sagacious gates,
you better be the first one to come waltzing in.
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paraphernalia
Poetrypretentious poetry. FOREWARNING: this was written over three years. my style changes dramatically, as does everything else. quality of pieces varies.
