I'm going to go walk, North- that's where the moon's @ Tonight. Her bottom side all cresent as my finger nail I spit like jazz just two days after being clipped, reflecting shining sun like the inverted shadow cast by a breast of one of Gods' Mistresses with her back arched across a sky dubbed Midnight
This is pretty cool man, I really like the way you use your words in somewhat odd or different ways to create vivid images (not just in this poem but in all of them). One thing though, maybe you could start putting all your poems into one thread, if you're going to be posting so many. Out of fairness to other posters' threads.
My sincerest regards to all poets who have been flooded by my tide- I'll just flip the switch on slo-mo Mode Besides, we all know that moderation guides.
