'Chlorophyll Skeetz', 2017 Poem by S. Rashad

REAU.

Look at your soul in pearl juju
gillett flying over faulting phalts.

Zine infiltrated phosphoric sidney 
off into an explosion of glo dynafrom
the children of blues and maroon
overshadowing the konradical purp
embracing the ice vicinity of red hurl
and whirled slush for stomachs
filled passed indoctrinate dogmatic duker.
Wondering how to not go through 
spectrum whitening arriving 
at blue monochromatic moonlight 
trees barking, trees rustling their leaves
and snarling their covered faces at me.

Loud clouding,
the tint of mermaid scales
Pink jumping and skipping on steel
while people feel if you let them slide,
you will certainly let them ice skate
and kick at you knowing they wear blades.
Heart stain like fed up girlfriend bleach 
all over expensive clothing
that once covered lacerations from proceeding 
to fight bulls after getting off my unicorn.
People offering coffee 
understanding the love of it- 
for it- needy of mornings
after someone were told to go drink Clorox.

Bacterial properties bludgeoning the red 
into a naught cherry juice squirt
to make one side of a broken emotion
Out to devour books and women
with leather stares into the sliding
the sliding- of boo thang turquoise
militarized blue dotted along traumatic purple 
static that of a smokers face for fire flow.
Mystic curving as an apple with a candy center 
white for twirling into nights 
bumping up against the pants 
the fidiculous starry starry universal
flowering bomb out the womb of petals

Greenish orange of hurricane dirt 
on a window that only gets used 
when rain cometh around-
The birds chirped again,  
the blades grass went up as should
and new lusts came - a Santa Monica berry 
of electric proportions 
that shoots black fireworks in a sense 
of breaking into an old vacant place of worship 
just to access the roof to view a skyline.

Hurrying hands dive for filling to feel
these peachy puddles resembling
shoreline throw back of a curly Taylor
A neon layered torpedo traveling upward 
through stingrays tit-dirt aqua region 
in and out somethings favor.
Blood dried by the sun 
corrupted stream chemically showing up 
shrine pink as other functional squares 
out of your circle.

Cruel splats of codone carnage 
choking earlier droppings of blunthead venom
I watch the world, leaning over tiger warmth.
Little glints of truth showing up in life
taking the shape of Emma Stone's face 
confronting hardships for open eyes into black suns- 
To get past gold muddy waters having chrome bottoms
Using ladders to get from woods to beaches
Slightly braking from groundbreak 
the way John Tavares comes to stinging stops.
To walk making the grounds cracks 
want to escape with you.

Look at your name in black cursive
leaping across the malia of Venice.


Sh.R