Why does it look so pretty when covered in poetry?
The lines are sexy and dark in my mind they are a painted Sunsets or Evening sky.
They dress up in a crazy patchwork skirt and remind me of my earth mother nature
my wild wolf days..
Howl and other screams that I have read.
I am barefooted and insane with frivolity and dark and enchanted with verse.
I am the better angel holding hands with the worse .
I look at the page and paint word lines of abstract ..and visceral
Words that mock a missionary style of prose.
I do not try to complicate nor scorn those who do
poetry changes with a different view.
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