i may have discovered my favorite modern poet. his name is ainsley burrows. i bought his book entitled "black angels with sky blue feathers" last weekend and have read it a good twenty times since. i find his work more than fascinating and it was hard to choose one piece to put here to show to the world. i decided on one that was a bit risque. i hope you will enjoy it.
cataclysm
(the thought at the point of penetration)
you make me see cataclysms
and surrealism with my eyes closed tight
witness armageddon the fires of hell
and ten thousand heavens last night
i was dazed and half crazed
in this place where
sweet nectars drip
honey streams flow
and chocolate fingers slip
in and out of the mouth
of natures forbidden south
my flesh your nails tore
and i swore
i saw you levitate
your orifice and opiate
that make me want to overstate
how my mentals elevated
ny soul was consecrated
and ascended to a place
where few get to taste
the fumes of faith
watch silver suns set
and sip the effervesce
of a black bird's nest
men have found heaven
in between those hips
those full juicy lips
that make moons eclipse
in threes like ellipse
vice lose their grips
angels be pouting
mortal men shouting
christ walked on water
but i swam in your fountain
climbed your holy mountain
and if i come too soon
it's because i'm consumed
in the fruit of my doom
that which will bring me death
the thing i can forget
that make me question things be
is this a fix?
does god exist?
is he man or just a myth?
or is he really a she
who is really you?
cause girl that stew
will send a man to bellvue
you give me mind sicknesses
i need nine witnesses
to all types of mental spasms
if you were a computer chip
i'd be a cybergasm
if you were a beam of light
i i'd spread you like a prism
if you were a sound wave
my decibels would ride your rhythm
i would give 23 of my chromosomes
to be home alone with even your clone
your groove is like static
electromagnetic propulation
travels at the speed of light
and gives me regal convultions
and sensations
there has to be an explanation
and if so i want to know
are you an angel or a ufo
because you've got that
out of this world loving
that has this brotha bugging
i want to be the dough
that swells inside your oven
your glue is like a spell
cast from a witches coven
and that thick black sap
that's trapped beneath your skirt
oh how much is it worth
because it is the cure for cnacer
oh it is the answer
to all of my woes
i would forgive all my foes
and walk without clothes
simply to sniff it with my nose
you make me see
circular squares
and five sided triangles
statues that walk
and star shaped rectangles
birds that bark
and trees that float
strips of dna
and even japanese popes
i've even seen a mummy
in a bee colonly
searching for your loving
and he told me it was honey
and as strange as it may sound
the brother was on the money
brilliance...don't you agree? "i want to be the dough that swells inside your oven" who else could pull that off? kudos to ainsley burrows. go check this cat's work out.
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