Poetry / lunch break
i don’t eat. i live off of dead dreams.
sloppy wet dripping a blue
dark as midnight rainstorms
passing through a starless sky
moonlight peaking through
presenting a cream beacon
kissing slick surfaces
soaking into ivory bones-
a prism reconstructs white light
-divide-multiply-replicate
birthing new blood – placentaless
mitochondria – creating new energies –
moments cascading into points
of complacency, beyond jeopardy
in a centrifuge spinning off kilter
separating densities
a muddy stratification between
hope, fear, patience, ambition, foolishness
sitting atop each other – with water color clarity
coal like, shovel abstractions in
this heart is a new engine –
with cold fusion processes
what else could sustain me?
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This poem has great potential, in that I want to rewrite it. But I have strict corrections. If I had a pen I would be slashing but keeping the meat intact. Of course I want your revisions, so spend a few credits for this and message me for more indepth critique.
i don’t eat. i live off of dead dreams.
sloppy wet dripping a blue
dark as midnight rainstorms
passing through a starless sky
I live off the dead
sloppy midnight dreams
passing rainstorms
starless skies…
enough…drop me a message and I’ll give you a full critique or just call me a jerk!
Blessings,Gregory
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interesting, a little hard to follow
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