Poetic Venting
I guess I have a damaged psychee
Why don’t they like me?
Would they be more adoring
If they saw my skin and organs
If I poured my heart out
Would they gulp it down
Or savor the taste of my blood
A professional palate could taste
There ain’t no love
In one of my blinks I could tell you a nightmare
Going from in bed watching tv to a policeman’s
Pistol in my face, right there
I’d rather have pleasant dreams
But those don’t last
I wish I’d have smiled harder
When I was just smirking
I wish I’d have grabbed some broads hands
Instead of just flirting
Nose to nose
Eye to eye
We’d do dance steps
Spins and dips
Passionate kisses ended slowly
With a softly bitten lip
I fell in love with a purple shadow
And now the suns risen
My fist squeeze a rose stem
And the petals begin to wizen
My hand frozen in pain
Penetrated by a poison thorn
Thoughts adrift on losing
My favorite Capricorn
