chemical imbalance brushing
nails done in arylide
yellow on the margins of the
fringe of the outside
wrapped around a coffee cup of
fiji kava kava —
poured into a throat converting
water into lava
steam approaching maximum and
streaming ever higher
yellow on the margins of the
fringe of desire
Freaking love this.
Thanks, man. I’m glad you liked it.
Which came first, the photo or the poem? Very curious about that.
The word, then the photo, then the poem