morgueville,heartland living.

Untitled/Uninitiated


The hues of oblivion
strays like the mahogany stripes.
Freeflows of drops
stoodstill
on the honey-coated outside.
Ice-cold.
Their beagels and cross-breeds.
Their hot and ice-cold.
The poker heart boys.
The crimson lips and her
lit-up,
her nonchalance rose like the
clouds of indifference.
And gulped a lip-ful of
dark bitterness.
Roasted with a void of sacharinne sweetness
as if her whole life was
consumed by painful Twilight she was
too collided to barely mention.
Cold, cold, silent wind
shakes Solitude like a tight violence.
The male Cleopatra in his metallic barge,
must have sat at ten-thousand marbles
and caffeine in ice with six chocolate cream cake
and a forehead of forty!
Triumphant, he lay still (albeit without an infinite variety)
and lit the world of ice-cold nicotine,
like clouds of indifference.