Orange Panic

A clockwork orange fantasy
wrapped in a disco panic
reality needs to be beaten
down with his walking stick,
because monarch butterflies
and red ribbons are screaming for
the release of their political
convict brethren but nobody
in this fascinating reality has
noticed besides the photographer
who is scraping hazelnut diabetic
crud from the bottom of his
stryofoam cup, because even
fraudulent Chinese emperor
time warp zombies have a right
to express themselves, too.

Reviews

[NightShade]

Wow! Hail Eris! I'm enjoying your work, more and more as I go!

[...]

. wow ...
. true to the 't' ...

[Sleepless]

cool! love the ending ! its a cool poem !:)

[joshua deathdealer]

A masterpiece of a write. Excellent wordage..xx

[_mal]

F**k, this is excellent. All of it. Fresh. New favorite of yours