Wake, wake in this tornado's eye to the sudden flashes of bloodshot lightning
that scribble across the sky and into the hazy darkness beyond.

I glide down from above,
thoughts wiggling around like worms,
vibrating at supersonic frequencies.

Oh, how the simple motion of her eyes
holds world-devastating circularities
that splatter hues of paint like a kaleidoscopic gut shot
that viciously seeps into the torrid waters of my dispersing mind.

Yet with eyes closed
I am an island of serenity.

I swallow an ocean of turmoil
and spit catharsis into the sky,
a volcanic snake with a tongue
flickering with revenge
as I inject the poison of peace of mind,
which rises in wispy rings of smoke
that float before me gently,
gently.

06/19/2015

Posted on 06/19/2015
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