Soak Cobalt Bloat Dye Croak
Blue chroma saturated my true colors like a sponge
So this is what it feels like; this sieve is where I live, without living
I breathe not by choice. Misfortunes are givens
They take the peach away and are replaced
The crazed masterpiece made by the grubby
Play-caked frustrated palms of a puzzle-frazzled 4-year old
Who mistakes the deep lake center of the scene for the sky blue edge pieces
And leaves me no borders but a hazy equator
Bye, bi-polar bear south of the border
I can be both and more: deep lock monster - modern day eyesore
Fortunately for you, I no longer resurface in this form
These dark adapted eyes see nothing
But my own colossal extremities
Sea asylum - salt injunction - soylent plum - tap water friction
I mention food often, but hunger for nothing
Craving from nature no more than her hues
I've starved the fruit from my wooden frame, then set it aflame
I can be both and more: deep lock monster - modern day eyesore
And I'm satisfied - a fine canvas - baptized - bliss
I've quickened the harvest with sticky tar fingers
Salve-stained sanguine mortar scarlet petal wound
My dark red rum: a violet payne - emerging magenta
I can be the beautiful spectrum of blue
Violet (magnificent) period
I can be both and more: deep lock monster - modern day eyesore
Writer/s: Wet Dentist
