humans are turning into
irreversible plastic
pastel eyes and
red dots on their shiny cheeks
lips pursed
more crimson than the kumkum
lining the hair parting
of the docile wife
eyes like cats
they see through the knives in stomachs
ever passive
they blow smoke rings into their lamps
sighing great sighs
saying some shit about romans in rome
cradling the earth in their hard arms
and calloused fingers
and caressing the planets with their
moon milk souls. with hands like
spider webs
and tears like spring dew drops on
the antlers of a stag
tongues softly wrapping around their syllables
they lull this earth to centurial sleep
and with eyes like melting suns
they make sure to snuff out all fires
and run.
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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.
