Custard Karma, 2:20 a.m. (In A Hot, Non-Insulated Apartment)

A screwed up science strange religion
Feed the dogs to all the pigeons
Let their custard eyes melt on you

Incoherent inconsistent
Self-restraining drug resistant
Loitering with one thing left to do

Fixated colors of pink and white
Compelling flesh so hard and tight
It’s too dark in here and hot as hell

Making out with porcelain
Exchanging fluids full of gin
She looks good but you don’t look so well

Transient aura full of karma
Greatly enhanced by pseudo-pharma
Those moist red lips luster so brilliantly

Looking down five stories high
Persuades a sting I’ll ne’er deny
Small toy soldiers act excitedly

Something I must confess need I digress
Under your dress I know you’re pantyless

Reviews

[Sarah]

Great poem, very original and enjoyable to read. I love the fourth stanza the best. And like everyone else mentioned... the couplet at the end. Lovely!

[L.G. Knight]

Very interesting... I like the randomness of it... and the last two lines are great add some light humor... nicely done thanks for entering it in my "Drop it like it's hot" poetry competition...

~Frances~

[Emily]

Very interesting. I love that this poem tells a story. And the last two lines are great. They add some light-hearted humor to the poem. Really great job.

Thanks for entering this in The Art of Seduction!