LilMsLadyPoet31 Jan 2006

"Run to your dream wife who’s face
as light glows through closed lids like stained glass, illuminating
blood capillaries the color of fresh lava and if you concentrate appears
into your frontal lobe as vapor apparition. She is your soul mate, your
starlet projected against a screen of inner skull.”
That type of wording (the language I refered to)is not in sync with the rest of it. The rest has a homey, very-real, real-life grit to it.