Sitting amongst your midnight stool
Stainless steal taunting to stain
Perforate the flesh with your pigment.
Unsteralized tubes longing to disease
Coils importune depositing smiling screams
-Consistent on your foot pedal of pleasure-
Disguising born tones in your image
Alcohol bases burning off heritage
Compounds of toxic metal,
still your midnight caller smiles...
Stretch - pull - form your imagery
Shades of death become apparent,
Magnums range, finding pours a canvas
Outline of a memory...
...disrupted by numerical ignorance.
one, three, four, five, seven, eight, nine...
Go no further (contamination)
Lasered wavelengths dare not disregard,
this - your inscription of primary pigments
Keep the memory - In the end midnight laughs.
I remember when you wrote this..
3's 5's 7's 9's and magnums...remember?
i forgot how much i love this poem, i need to put it in my favorites, because umm..cause it kicks so much ass..
john