Spill one's guts

But 'tis from madness that springs the truth
From budding youth till long in the tooth
From water, flame, smoke, clouds above
Come slaughter, shame awoke, shrouds of love

The poet tastes both bitter and sweet
Poison the elixir of life does meet
A twisted tongue drooling drops of rhyme
Allegories painted on the edge of time

A reflection borrowed, a shadow stolen
Metaphor pregnant bursts from belly swollen
Blood messages from consonants and vowels
Opened and turned inside out, a poet's bowels