On My Still Life Birth

Insanity In Progress I walk blindly, I think to the offbeat of the music in Mother Natures breath My head always up I fell into a puddle O negative The blood type My Lord I’m not sure but I felt a tip of sharp I got out just as the blood started to boil. It was too late I had been tainted. Next I’m sure that I fainted When I awoke I was in a porcelain tub of water Surely this was better then the former Still the water The water was drenched in in life juice. I drained it. I refilled it. Once again, it was stained dark red Four more times I repeated Finally the water was clear But when I looked at my reflection There she was, an Angel Blue. And yes they do have wings. Just then he appeared Touched the fragile dove She disintegrated into dust And then none His eyes were a platinum blue He must have been at least Eleven feet tall To be honest he He resembled a God Pure muscle His skin the whitest the whitest I had ever seen He was naked Naked and not one hair on him not any where No eyebrows or eyelashes No hair The most striking of all his features He had no genitals He had no cavities. At that moment I thought back to the burning pool of cells At that moment I thought I must have signed with the devil But, where were his horns, his pitchfork, He was perfectly still He opened his eyes wide My lord I felt him That is the only time I felt him And then he was gone And then I was liquid And then I rained through a drain through an endless waterway So here I am my Lord Squarely in front of you I know no more than than this. As for me, I am a predator of sex But I only prey My lord I only prey on the willing. My colors? Black and gold Gold and black They are are are my colors of choice. Sometimes, I replace the gold with silver Black and silver I never use any other colors Never I am predisposed To those two choices If that is a crime Than I am guilty I wish I could say more in In my defense But that is all there is to say. I mean my lord that is all I know, My Lord! Armand Hamouth