sheepish

If you're twisting down the spiral roads
if the hearding men are in your way,
look to the snake bound women peeling
back their skin to shed.

Look at the fluff of the beautiful sheep,
I'll press my body into them
becoming dumb to walk off cliffs,
throwing my ability to see the ground.

Searching through a lady's locks,
there are blossoming knots inside her head
shes a laughing harlet now though,
her clinging hands are better dead.

I battle twenty walking brains
forgetting all my names that bleed
into the sky, the clouds that slurp
upward to the hungry ones.

I was infantile, doing without.
no sheep to hold my hand
I was dancing out of my feet
I was ripping the colors bland.
I was laying the lake,
I was cold so God willed me to shake.

Reviews

[Collect-Eye]

I like how from the third stanza on it flows into the lyrical..I see it wrapping backwards into the second stanza forming an interesting pattern.
I feel there was a temptation to lower yourself into placating the unprepared potential mind, towards the end of the poem, but you resisted and held your ground..IDK if that makes sense, I hope it does
speaking of which
"throwing my ability to see the ground", is about as good a string of words as I've ever personally witnessed
This poem is brilliant and if anyone suggests changing a word, slap them for me...don't be sheepish..haha

[Isolophobe]

Hands down my favorite closing line of yours. I know I read this and reviewed it before but fuckkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Yea, overall, I'm pretty much just saying this is a new favorite of mines of yours.

[elephant]

dude you jus keep getting better f****n great stuff