Blog Post III.II
As empty as a ill-fitting tattered suit
As weak as two week old tea with the teabags still inside of the pitcher
Gathered together like a gaggle of geese headed Southwest
As rough as an uncut blood diamond, found in a gutter on the street, from a broken marriage
Trembling like a newly planted sapling in a drafty spring downpour
Praying like a terminal blood cancer patient
Bouncing like a king in his inflatable castle
Smiling like a cougar devouring its prey
Heart of a Tootsie pop
Mountains of freezer burned ice cream
War is eggshells
The ocean is simply the horizon line
The moon is a wheel of the bicycle of the daily cycle
My love is an ocean
Writing is everything and everywhere
Poem:
Smiling like a cougar devouring her prey
She turns praying like a terminal blood cancer patient
Hoping no one saw her in her house of hell
Eating her love is like an ocean.
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