TheBookMark

Flawless and fake, You King Snake. Fooling for a Red yellow black In reality you're a dead jack. Smooth yet skilled. Covering your tracks with a flick, Coiled in a crick. abortive venom in your veins You may not cause pain. Yet you can kill.

I could be King. Ready to Preside, A howling hound at my side. Thirsty for power. If control were based on coverage, Simply cover the globe.

I am from piano keys, from puzzles and music sheets. I am from waves over sand. Gliding silently in layers over the surf. I am from the sea grape, tart and poisonous whose leaves come to rest before a tree I remember as if it were a dream. I am from fruit and fish, not a good pair. I am from the do-gooders and the passionate intellectuals, from be serious to relax. A routine through the thick and thin. I am from scattered game tokens, divided over a boardwalk. From the necklace of goals strung along a string of life. full of tension at erratic times. I am from the facade of a story. Mere pictures on a wall. Acting as portals of the min