Favorite Insult Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

The come with it motion
let it free the frilly devotion
of the lost and demoted wanderers
unconscious speaker of word and planet
painted strangely across her face
painfully torn between the clock and space
the internal battle of lost sleep and frantic speech
honesty hid its face from me
as I spoke in her dreams unearthly colored
and shaken out into reality
left to dry out and cast a better verse
to block the curse of her and I
never again deny human tales
and a lie is a lie even when spoken on the
deaf ears of the hopeless
cloak this beneath your sorrows of the pointless
I lay helpless in her undercarriage
of joke and myth
soak and spill along the aftermath
of wish you not, play not feverishly
and impatiently with her k dot I dot d dot dare not
show not compassion if so weak of mind and heart
leave the game of spades for the heartless to play
beside the motion that frees
the addictive potion of let it soar
past she and me and he told I
no truth just sonnets read with the charm
of the uncouth, melodramatic, weak, battered bosom
of that woman I do love so
religiously...