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the craving for flesh

Posted to Action Poetry




and free temptation
eye sockets empty
disinterested in sight
sensation matters only
reason numb to touch
when rush of heated lust
pours on wet paint
and brushes with a fury
a layer to hide the wood
peeled and cracked from tryin
sanding doesn't do the trick
varnish accentuates the scars
is this a portrait true to self
or is it a product of
uncaring art?