The humming light above my head
Reminds that imagery is a facade.
Like words that speak across our eyes
Through the cool pressed fabrics of reality.
Sweet scented lips that brush wildly against our senses
And drag us down out of the monotany of the expected.
I trade my ragged brown coat, with its stub tail and bloody sleeves
For a blue suede Jacket, glowing cufflings that streak the air as I walk.
What sparkles I can play upon your ears and eyes
With but some scribble, I become the master of your mind.
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I love this. A lot.
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