Flaxen Buzz

Flaxen buzz so high and tight.
But she must dye till the feeling’s right.
Satisfied, Eve’ll take another bite of the apple tonight.

So surreal in her kaleidoscopic world.
All too real as she collides with the sky.
‘Cause she knows that Satan’s ceiling is God’s floor on high.

She sits and spins on her globe of clay.
Molds it to her liking then destroys it in vain.

Platinum goddess in her playground land.
Props her dolls up at the table butcher knife behind her back.

Plays “Off with Their Heads” this queen of black hearts.
Ties a noose around their necks before the seizures really start.

She wakes up struggling for air, emerging from another nightmare.
Treading through her pool of sweat as her tarnished tiara crumbles
About her flaxen head.

Flaxen buzz wearing thin, up is down and out is in.
Sneak a peak into her crowded mind
But don’t wander in too far for she’ll leave you far behind.

Perfect hostess welcoming all with her warmth.
Giving misguided tours off the edge of the world.

For a moment madness is suspended by faceless voices she’s befriended.
Follow her into her maze where spirits mingle amidst the hedge’s haze.

Here in the cellar of her soul, am I.
Entombed in spurious afterglow.
Haunted by ghosts of merriment of memories magnificent.

Author: Kirk Edwin Fields
Authored: December 2, 1997

Flaxen Buzz


North Hills, United States

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The 2nd best poem written by a Homosapien in the Western Hemisphere of Planet Earth in the Milky Way Galaxy of the Shoebox Baglutton Quadrant of the Snerck Universe.

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