Tea with Satan

Funloving frolics bear no fruit
Fuck those funlovers, so sunnily gazing
at clear-beamed blue hues routed in sky
Cultivated glass houses are in bloom
I've got the rocks and the time to burn
I'm in idiosyncratic joy at the thought of
Sunlit centuries dissolving into
Mounds of suckered mud

Lotus-blue skyline in the edge of her mind,
Iris petals falling into lakes of Eden
She wants me to be her heathen

 

wow, i luv your images
great lines

 

thanks

I did a double post, so I went back really quickly and made this one up to add a little variety

 

sweet

 

very cool!

 

even better knowing that fate forced yer hand to write it!

 

this one too, very good