Poetry

Razor back head of porcupine pin pricked by black and white light
A stair case reaches into the abyss of Mind
Lots of caverns
Taverns in which to hide away and drink, glory to the man cramped in black and white coming out the other side
Of the building

To manifest that which is structure amidst the sea of blue spikes and pink paisley, subtle
Lightening strikes and the tail of the serpent goes flying off and to pieces
Atomization of the beast
The serpent tower of twisted tongues
The language of flow uncensored
To hang within the boundaries of then and now

Colors drip slowly from the space of the unhinged tail
Melting slowly into an every blue sky from which a cat peaks
And purjury commences for the tail is reformed under the guidance of a tilted grand piano