You sun-spot you
you bright-but-tempered
you worn soul.
You don’t hug your path, do you know
you cling to the gutters?
In one place?
You need more butter. To slide you along.
Can an aura be sideways?
Because you radiate different.
Your colors interupted
by the cover you wear.
You deny your brilliance to the people
by coloring yourself with dull, dollar-store crayons
with a Prisma-set just beside you.
You sun-spot you
more deflected than refracted,
pierced and pocked
It’s all beneath your shell
That hides your bed sores.
That’s very heavy.
You are a frightful site
You make a terrible crustacean.
With just one life
When will you be ready to bask in your own light?
Pigeon Heart Ponderings 
This is word Alchemy of the highest order, it reminds me of somewhere between Bukowski, Stamford and Harrison with a huge chunk of original Word-Art, I like !
why thank you! haha I think you see Bukowski in this simply because of the pocks!
Ouch ! bit savage on old Charlie, but yet true heehee
Oh, but how do I adore this! This I would collect as a typed poem and covet for night reading 🙂
ahh! what a compliment! I’d love to hear your poems after those dreams xo
This is brilliant… And those last lines though.
thank you. it was from the heart xo
Welcome… 😊❤ Hoping to hear from you in my blog as well.
Really good, I did so like this