Epiphany

Grass fights sky with the fury of a thousand Hitlers.
Solipsism's cyanotic dream.

This act of defiance is as pure as schoolgirl's
First crimson stained panties

Pain an act, an act of God and God, an act,
a seamless play we've stitched in lines of red.

Explaining such things to schoolgirl makes her shake
rebellious juice. Now the pulp is floating.

With her first fist of truth to carry home in her
bookbag alongside binder filled propaganda,

She points her cum finger at mom and says
I know what I've been missing.

Grass blades down milk blue mom,
And the clouds fight back mom,
My nipples are hard mom
I'm bleeding mom.
Crawled, walked, now I'm running mom,
Don't chase, it shows your weakness mom
And the rain won't have that.

Storm sent scores of waterfall music
And thunder plays the drum,

Crashed symbol in the trailer park
And done is Sunday's news.

'Before the storm it smells'
Schoolgirl has named you

So, Before The Storm It Smells
We watch your win grin stick it in her.

Schoolgirl's mom smelt your skin but
She's nothing but a light whore.