lotuspoet

Pictures of youth so smooth and unencumbered,
buoyant and wet like balloons floating down a sensuous stream
tattoos and girly threesomes in my dreams.
My heavy insides weigh me down,
with the sorrow of hundreds branching wildly everywhere
I escape through detachment and wine.
This is the dawning of thirty years of scattered parts,
sewn together with broken pieces,
thoughts and nightmares ground into a fine and
ignite-able paste.
The flames are burning me to the ground.