antipoetic bullshit

every mornin I wake...ready to crawl across...minefield of broken glass...to make sure...your heart is still beatin...while I'm turnin blue...

her eyes...open windows...just waitin for me to fall thru...into the depths of her heart...hittin every hangin branch...and limb...on the way down...before finally hittin the bottom...of her beautiful soul...swallowed in her lust...overwhelmed by her passion...consumed by her smile...soft whisper...