‎"BIRTH MARKS"

Rhythmic pedophilia dictates the instinct for friction

As the wide drip of flesh collides against the dangling cascade of gravity

Open mouths composing the air in a swirling amalgamation of conscience

Breath hints into the wide green palette of an iris,

Now plastered in a seductive plastic sheen of artificial blue

While the violent spinning heels of human history direct their presentation as an agent of

potential,

The clichéd notions of organized conception arrange themselves in a slather of neon and

frantic heaving,

Making the ticking of humanity a palpable sensation as it raps against the towering bosom of existence

A blind dictation of the future is read aloud from the contractions of every muscle in the

room,

As uncertainty gives birth to a sea of new tradition,

In the space between drops of perfumed carnal perspiration and the crashing tide of

powdered derma.

By Errin Milam Posted 05/05/2012