Saturday, November 24, 2007

Green

Grey are my choirs of dissonance
Crimson is my swollen earth
Pungent is my ominous black incense
That marks the damage done by my birth


Distant are my violet whores
Where heavens never shed a tear
Pink are my farthest shores
My pictures of distaste are near


My broken king, savour your brown
White is your only turmoil
Soft and Green are her luscious lips
That kiss me through the velvet soil