Insipid

Saline-drop-magenta-fiend sailing away, Empty horizons of questions and dreams, Tomorrow-sweet-sticky-Turkish-delight-sunset, Pouring instruments of illusion for Yesterday swept away, Kindled by shallow whispers of liquid motion. Yet my skin tastes of nothing! Pierced by hair and steel, Blood...running dry and scaling from scars formed, Elastic ripples of artistic intervention... Burnt...cut...inked...fumbled...reborn... ...Furniture-bark of re-crafted flesh. That's enough for now, Enough blood tapped from a chemical-I, Filled with powdered-poisons and venomous-doubt. The stage set for a final page, A last scene for depravity to reign... And rain the misty crimson gloom of life wasting, Feeding death with insipid drops of decay. 31 Dec 2005