It’s a poem

by Mark

So this is a poem.
Your prolific purge painted on paper
Of powerful mind altering attentions
Requiring metaphoric metaphysics
making simple ideas, so mystical
we  shoot them at stars,
have rainbow sprinkles sprinkle down.

Not chocolate,
chocolate leaves out to many colors
convolutes senses and tastes.

So, insert some swear words.
Ramble out fucks, slip into sensual
feelings clinging to your penis or vagina whatever you have; just make the lines
haughty. Horticultural of words weighted
for intellects injected with screams and
over the top passion of the streets.
So throw me some curses,
slice peppers, let them shout
so, this can be a poem.
Or ,
just let words work and poems emerge.

By Him