Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Beggar Poets Are Born Crazy

182,369 items / 1,434,764 views

on his
weathered soul
leatherd soul
feathered soul
she used
the cat o none
tails his
unfathomed
untethered soul
she whipped
pouted tight
lipped watching
with a deliriousness
her cold coffee
she sipped
a beggar poet
his only fault
he untiringly
her poetic form
her divine beauty
worshiped
her porcelain
skin her dewy
eyes her
Cleopatra nose
her gazelle like neck
her shapely hips
her tender toes
her finger tips
her pout
her upper lip
the poets
rhythmic
heart beat
skips
her saintly
stature
the poets
beggarly
soul she strips
every layer of
his poetry
his pathos
his passion
she ripped
with a blunt
garden
scissors
the plant
of his desire
she nipped
quiet glows
the Nile
in Egypt
as he bled
from every
wound
welt
he dripped
her hate
her anger
she unzipped
she who
had created
this script
as he fainted
into a coma
he slipped
every ioata
of his fond
memories
stolen
moments
she looted
berated
outstripped
to the dead
poets graveyard
in the gulag
his dead body
she shipped
horsewhipped
his only fault
on the divine
embodiment
of her ancestry
he flipped
warrior queen
goddess
a slave angel
broken dreams
broken wings
accusingly
she clipped

I am on Flickr Instagram You Tube