evil
in the hands of
madmen, an awful mix
that threatens us with unprepared
endings
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evil
in the hands of
madmen, an awful mix
that threatens us with unprepared
endings
ending
last and worse part
of every good friendship
everyone hates but everyone
goes through.
goes through
the door, banging
words thrown in hurt, anger
regrets, oh, I have had a few...
sorry...
sorry
for the big mess
i know i should've been
more careful with the hot pink paint
oopsy
oopsy!
Did I do that?
Excuse me, please, kind Sir!
Next time I will leave a big sign:
Wet Paint...
Wet Paint
palms of green, blue,
red, yellow.... leaving prints
on the walls, floors, everywhere but
paper
paper
empty, waiting
for the labored musings
of sweaty students longing for
release
release
a cloud of doves,
or butterflies perhaps,
anything that filters dreams to
real stuff
real stuff,
an impulse cloud
figured in, emptiness
vital to players we dress to
shine grey
shine grey
any color
touched by your eyes and smile
bursts like fireworks against the sky
explode
explode
in imagined
redemption, bursts of fire
encompassing all, and falling
to earth.
to earth
goddess divine
adored circumference
know you well my life's geography
dear sphere
dear sphere
rotate on your
axis like the good earth
shine my days and brighten my nights
dear sphere!
dear sphere
twirls in my palm
scattering shiny winks
aggies polished to perfection,
glass orbs
glass orbs
tucked, synchronized
heedless, diving into
turbulent green welter of life
full weight