conscious mix of colours
an artists canvassed-song
played game of hop-scotch
the winner and the wronged
barren dessert dwelling
in lie-ing lizzard’s ruins
flea infested lovers bed
for itching surfaced wounds
grasping but for reason
a mantis-holden mate
beetled in a spidered-web
of love, of lust, of hate
pencil drawn angel eyes
with tears, of blood and puss
deluded dream of fools
God! You and you, I, us!
