Three Inch ClichesMature

The Soul is the Beautiful Light of Love
Shining like the sun through the
NO
As the reader, I’m going to have to cut you off there.
Here’s a metaphor for you…
Reading is f**king.
And your words hit our auditory canals
Like a hotdog down a hallway.
As an experienced reader, I’m after
The virgin vernacular
The aphrodisiac aphorism
You know- the big… black words
You feel me?
Because a line is a flashlight, exposing the world’s nudity-
And we’ll never get anywhere shining it in the same spot.
So kiss me with classy couplets
Smack my assonance!
Bring me to the climax-
And we’ll share a smoke together,
Warm beside the fire of your Three Inch Clichés.

The End

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