This Poem

Poetry is like me wearing a trench coat
In a dream of a poor Indian girl.
I'm a thought, a reprise, an afflatus.
Milking my head with a chalice down my throat
And pouring it all over my amber coat.
This poem is unstable,
Metaphorical, vague,a sad glooming beam of shadows.

Poetry is like me wearing a trench coat
In a dream of a poor Indian girl.
I'm a whore, a mannequin , a medley within myself.
Bathing in Cinnabar flowing down my veins
Bathing and cleaning the hazel stains
This poem is introverted,
Lonesome, cried, like a blind musician with autism.

Poetry is like me wearing a trench coat
In a dream of a poor Indian girl.
I'm a child , L'Absinthe ,a pill of Nepenthe.
Showered in the Veronica smoke of Marijuana
A walk into a narrow road towards Nibbana.
This poem is melancholic,
Mauve, alienated, like an old shivering man.

Poetry is like me wearing a trench coat
In a dream of a poor Indian girl.
I'm a sight , a comet of gold falling into a bucket of lava.
Ebon monsters mad in love, like melting ice,
Ocelots holding hands, scream into drainpipes.
This poem is a liquid,
A Novella, a Rhapsody,like an esssse of euphoria.