Question:
Syrup for the soul?
I'm trapped
In tingling wires
Electricity running down my spine
Guitar strings wrapped around my wrists
Attaching me to unsung chords
And bliss, oh bliss
Sinks into me like gasoline
The oily iridescence
Seeping into every pore
Filthy masculine manaquins
Melting into asphalt
Like tar on a hot day
Wind around the clarinet keys
And bliss, yes bliss
Wipes away the mystery
Of long forgotten memories
A clean soul of brass
Bright paper lanterns
On crystalline waters
Reflects heaven onto the moon
The microphone shrieks in the distance
And bliss, sweet bliss
Works its way up from my throat
Lovely candy for my ears
Syrup for the soul
This poem belongs to me!
If you steal it, I will find you and come after you.
Additional Details1 week ago
I don't know why it put up the question mark. I didn't do it.
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1 week agoI don't know why it put up the question mark. I didn't do it.