EternalHunter
07-15-2005, 12:43 AM
Crimson honey exudes
no gift as primary.
It imagines vermillion staircases
and angry shard prints,
say...his wall mural
when it was shot and ripped
with those books of black chocolate.
It cast a line, a hazy light,
like the exposed
juice of comedy and beat,
the slithery beast of
sticky drops along the mint-green countertops,
(the ants will be here soon)
urging messy, but gorgeous emulsion.
Listen and I will tell of the knife,
it was red with a classical flair.
There is a secret in the color of honey, but...
Here we ask not.
no gift as primary.
It imagines vermillion staircases
and angry shard prints,
say...his wall mural
when it was shot and ripped
with those books of black chocolate.
It cast a line, a hazy light,
like the exposed
juice of comedy and beat,
the slithery beast of
sticky drops along the mint-green countertops,
(the ants will be here soon)
urging messy, but gorgeous emulsion.
Listen and I will tell of the knife,
it was red with a classical flair.
There is a secret in the color of honey, but...
Here we ask not.