The Stolen Artist

The Stolen Artist;

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Blood     spilled     tears

         word         smears

dripping poem - like

     into distorted voids,

      The poem of Infinity

caught on an eyelash,

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the red river runs riot

dispersing stanza and sonnet

      in rust filled sand

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a drop of scarlet life

               falls to ground

     impregnating infertile soil

in seed and sound

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     the words bleedspeak to me

in irony and Emo Goth eye make - up

                              and casual, practised

                                        unconcerned

                                             frown,

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          and screaming bloody   frown

               flowing lava - like

               my eyes boiling

               exploding cortex

               regeneration blues,

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Sorry, I digress ;

                            ,

                               bleeding

                                   weeping

                               bloodwhipping

                                         blood 

                                          speaks

                               drips     frowns     eyes

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the blood is blue, the pen leaking tears, and we must scream through our poetry otherwise the sound inside will kill us.
j.

[gram linski]

aye very true, j. you are a man who understands, thanks as always for your time and poetic mind, appreciate the review