Cryptic Mood

spreading words like paint on canvas made of bleached white bed sheets covered in multi colours of ink slashing in verbs and adverbs stabbing holes into it with the thrust of the brush drawing lines like I'm in a rush a big mess of life and death a tsunami of colorful images that no one gets it is just art it is just a part of being torn apart and stitched so ever gentle split into two mental erotica's spit splatters running down the sides a taste of rebellion and obvious protest