My soiled soul and I

My soiled soul and I

watching a black white movie with no
subtitles, spreading out message in frenzy
squirts of laugh, oh dew! 

where main role is me,
toss it!?

my soiled soul and I we
flame distractions shooting spacecrafts out
into the universe and listen

as tidal satellite music penetrates
ethereal ground I bend in concentration, take your hands in mine,
wishing to perceive all that you want me to 

we are but
mimetic alliterations driving the same road on and on again,
way too frequently, landscapes becoming we as our merging
gets closer to real noise
crumbling

we are like pain inflicting spiders waiting for prey and decision

often though boats drift to our coast
unaware of nature's vicissitudes

that's when my soiled soul and I
armoured as lyric knights undertake life to the serious
limits of passion killing visitors to the bones

we only allow guidance from beloved ones!

psssst!

watching the painter erase his masterpiece until he's left with his
last, unique amorphous layer?

© 2014, JC