Poetry ~ Dream Web
Can of ground confusion, poured into, seeping vats of vomit. Whatever became of the tailor? Will you weave, colorful dream web, of gilded entrails? Brain: rotted-smelling cantaloupe. Nothing more. Unrelenting spasms, frigid cruel broken down cremes, that left a stain. Apply carefully to head & shoulders. Where blood has been erased. It suddenly occurs to […]