the colour harmony!!

Dog is a political animal each organ, each act, functions with a purpose. Slogans of teeth or tail. Her note pad scribbles leave out all those smiling dogism. tales of love and debt. and marks out one in violet, and later red, named sniffing. she has had dogs, from Sniffy to Snoopy but, none were more, a dog than a man, she met in a moving train. This animal, sniffs you out from ur morning bed, office desk and evening calm drinks your coffee for your black that may lead you down, stairs of dope. It licks, cuddles hugs , and even pierce you neck as it sniffs, for semen of men. The holy river, dosent make you a male God in white dust. It part ways, along your valleys of mounts and dungeons as you too, slip out of your skin with an ancient curse. Even though she was sleeping, a baby sleep, as he sniffed. She would get up and scream, "Infidelty is my birthright." and then, once ...

Words are pitiless enemies They haunt from places, far away where one has left them in half dazed moods. They linger on your evenings and over the dinner plates, Even when one has oared to other shores of spring and summer As I ride back to my Original wrath, I am clueless of my sin, taken in. Leaves fall and lands freeze As another day dawns.

Men, I ought to have loved from birth and beyond have made me sense laser beams Sharp and sudden threads of silk pulled at random, over the senses The weaver and his machine and the arrow marks of pain and then, when the suddenness leaves, choking my throat, boredom inevitable indifference, casual cruelty, and more, a vomit of scorn defines the later me. As I unlove