Position:Home>Poetry> What do you think of this poem I wrote this morning?

Black bottle breathes smoke
Infecting heart pains
Injecting dark stains
I might choke

On the burnt ash crystallization
The bloody fool of my words
That blackened stool imunization
I might choke

On the flooding cool of my throat
We're cooking with ice
And fishing for boats
I may choke!.

On the freeze
Slipping for balance
Black knees & blue deeds
It's a farce, not a challenge
I may choke!.

On black bottles breeding talons
Carving red rivers through my food
Fried with ice
I choke!.

My trying is my icing
That nasty sweet
Under black bottle rugs
I sweep what I've seen
And choke!.

Now trying to maintain balance
Over paths paved in ice or glass,
I can't tell
WHY they are beautifully numb
HOW they are smoothly sharp
WHEN they are burning cold!.

But black bottles can grow mold
I smelled it!.
And ice can grow old
I drank it
I tried it and choked!.
I thanked it!.

And I can tell you now
My real yearning is for green grassWww@QuestionHome@Com

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