My words escape me,
As I escape them,
To define me,
As not refined, mimed release expressions,
Of continuous thoughts
Pouring out like red wine
From a dark green bottle on a creme colored carpet,
Or white sand.
My words escape me,
As I escape them,
For love is beauty, and beauty is love,
As diabolical dreams of intestines on a platter,
As kidneys, lungs, and livers,
Rushing the blood, my blood, winded, noisey.
My words escape me,
As I escape the world.
As I escape them,
To define me,
As not refined, mimed release expressions,
Of continuous thoughts
Pouring out like red wine
From a dark green bottle on a creme colored carpet,
Or white sand.
My words escape me,
As I escape them,
For love is beauty, and beauty is love,
As diabolical dreams of intestines on a platter,
As kidneys, lungs, and livers,
Rushing the blood, my blood, winded, noisey.
My words escape me,
As I escape the world.
