'Yoga-Fire, Yoga-Flame! ' Poem by Charles Monroe

My fire is thermal
And spreading in turbo
Orange nocturnal
Dark purple Inferno
Set flames to my Journal
Like Moms is eternal
And priceless
Life-changing devices
The ices of icepicks
Eyelids with vice-grips

Get silenced or get licensed
I rather get violets
But they prefer violence;
I'd rather have violins, but,
Get your gunslingers
with dumb stingers
I'm throwing up peace signs
And gang signs with God's Fingers.
They talk about humdingers
I'm chatting with bud slingers
And underground R&B singers
You either Get with it, get loud,
Or get silencers from islanders
I'm re-baptizing my Sisters
Martina, Penelope, Beverly, Bellamy
Miss-demeanor and Felony
Baptizing Serena with the middle name
'Will Never Be'.
My middle name: Entropy
I'm working for charity
My pen is on fire
Like Cherry on Ecstasy
My fingers got third degree burns
From typed words that ignite perms
My personal Saviour got eight arms
And Napalms and eats homemade salsa
And handmade steakhouse.
But then man made A-bombs and H-bombs
And Avon and Sav-on's
And then changed the name on...
The sign with their name on.
I'm quitting my day job
And leaving my page off
Does crime really pay off?
“It must be my day off”.
P.X
3.4.14
1: 52am

2 my Sister from another mister
Serena 'WillNeverBe' Silenced