Dyslexic Tongue

Swamped in a fluorescent obstruction

Cornered in a sea of obscure glass

Dismayed by the faint watercolors in your pupils

Stunned from the 3:30am neon ablaze

Unwavering sounds of turbulent engines

Nervousness wedged between affection and tenderness

Marveled by the touch of your scorched hands

A rendezvous of an ancient wizard and a reborn artist

Playing with altercations and differences

Gasoline wasted like the dissention in the atmosphere

Barely tantalized by your curvature

Flexing the irony and wisecracks

Mocking jolted decisions and pointing out undersized flaws

Irrational sentences dispersed like trash on a uncut lawn

Ignoring her dyslexic and child like tongue

Once in love with the snakebite and tortuous virus

Abandoning a run down jalopy on the side of the road

7 Comments

  1. I feel like this is the story of impulse, a celebration of living on the edge.
    “Marveled by the touch of your scorched hands

    A rendezvous of an ancient wizard and a reborn artist

    Playing with altercations and differences

    Gasoline wasted like the dissention in the atmosphere”

    With that in mind, the image really works.
    🙂

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