Like a Phoenix from the A.S.H.es
OOOOOOOOOUCH. Life came up and smacked me in the face
ONE TWO THREE FOUR
solid punches, blood dripping down my chin
in rainbow colors, covering me like body paint
Violence of the soul becomes art
and through that salty bitter ferrous flavor
I begin to beat again
I taste my heart’s liquid offering, I savor myself
like a fine wine
I read the hints and bouquets
BAM! A burst on the tongue
Music, poignant and fruity
full-bodied adventurous
subtle hints of language, poetry, art
travel and dream tannins
and my blood settles into deep ruby red
yes, I’m a delicate, alchemystic concoction
a genuine D.O.C.G.
opening up with exposure to air and elements
::::::::evolving:::::::
:::::::::::expanding::::::::::
::::::::::ripening::::::::::
the juice of this beating fruit.
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