I wrote a poem with fridge magnets today.
Milk Spring of it’s luscious honey through the skin of Summer,
Trudge behind Death in the Forest of Delirious Sleep
And under the Goddess’ dream water
Swim for mad eternity yet recall your drunken symphony
when only in light of shadow we sing in a delicate, frantic whisper
Storm of vision crush my sordid lovers
who always play with raw power
It is their diamond music I worship.
So uhhh, do you like it?