The Reaction To His Poetry
it tastes like spoiled chunky year old milk
from a broken wine glass
left in a burning shack
hidden deep within a green forest
barricaded by a black haunting mountain
i mean my old lover's mansion
at least it was spacious to me..
and it tasted like something..
it tastes like he brought my love as barters beg for freedoms
inexpensive love
bruises from broken wine glasses love
nurturing and nutritious
spoiled
free-falling on the Milky Way
love
tastes similar and simplified to doves taking flight
love that breathes life
love that hides
that bobs and weaves
love that survives
but i am sick from spoiled chunky year old milk
and tastes disappear
for his poetry is all that i hear..
thunderous
and inharmonic
rainfall is all that i heard..
rainfall is all that i heard..
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