Steaming hypothetic of love
is neutralized under the sun.
If the stars were created this night
the ceilings would disintegrate above
and ambivalent musings trap our lungs.
I had a hunger pain that fanged away every second
and it consumed the rhythmic nature of my bones so much so
that they fell into softness of ruthless shame.
Unbalanced I became
departure from the same
into pieces of blame.
Hatred crept on me like ants
that march down a sidewalk
into my pants.
The heart dripped blood
flowers grew out of my mouth
where words once formed.
Feathers flew out of my nostrils.
Am I a lucky one
to be engaged in a natural change
into a sophisticated date?
I think not.