Turtle Neck Man

Splashing hot flesh magenta
Tears on his clay face
Set solid in cool breeze
Grey skies between slips of grace
Concrete and bust logos
On corrugated rib cage
My heart stopped beating for
Awhile some would say
They want all of us conditioned
Some more aware than others
She spattered two-foot traditions
Had plenty of lows
I was undercover that day
Wearing a long coat of beige
But commit to my burnt edges
And ended up enslaved
To the irreversible, a moment in dribble
She was lost under God
Big women swallow the underdog
I took to the last escape pod, I saw her flee
Kept bulging, pulsating
Was not able to agree
Four or five abortions later
At the ego centre
She flashed hot flesh magenta
Chewed the regal placenta
All I had in mind was my own agenda
I laced my shoes and took to the world
Another adventure