around the mouth
cakemix stolen from the bowl
a taste of the unbaked
sweeter than expected,
holding back the urge
to lick lips noisily ,
washed it away
as a drunkard would
bottle sloshed whiskey
turned burnt caramel,
bowl slipped from edge
of table with enormous shatter,
pieces glazed
spread as his foot got cut
spilled as a sacrifice
for he was a prophet
born in anticipation
growing to expectation,
the world full of paraphernalia
that only a poet mends,
blood painted in circles,
scratching balls in shorts,
where was the thunder
to his profanity,
his stem to water
those fragrant vaginal daisies
errors and promises,
love had entered an interval,
trumps inflated cotton,
she came to see
shaking head
ash fell from her cigarette,
they had binds
beyond gold bands
and a chapel promise,
no atomic desolation would separate
leave it she would say
taking his hand
led to another room
more doors away from
the violent splatter on the walls
best to ignore
her voice sleepy not unsound
sat limply hung out to dry,
she stood adjusted nightgown,
it would be clean,
and wounds heal
maybe the interval was over
dVersePoets
Sunday Whirl
A poem for dVersePoets and Sunday Whirl , dVerse needed a beat sound and i hope i hit the notes
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