Poetry Visualized - Peeping Poet

Peeping Poet

Peeping Poet

With an empathic eye,
looking within or without.
A fairly wordy entity for some one
who doesnâ€™t talk much.

There is a fire in the spirit,
sometimes only an ember,
sometimes a raging inferno,
but it always burns.

A mind wrapped in a dirty raincoat,
whipped open in sensual excitement.
Flashing the soul in inspiration,
exposing humanity toâ€¦ humanity.

Entreating insanity to explain itself.
Daring the ordinary to illuminate
the boredom of the mundane.
In camera shutterbug repartee.

Slathered in liquorice Absinthe hallucination.
Cuddling up to desperate depressive disillusion.
And making the great escape an entertainment.
Dowsing the fire with Ice only to find it burns too.

Knocking on deaths door and running away,
laughing hysterically as the grim reaper
stomps on a fiery paper bag of dog shit.
Shouting all the while, "Youâ€™ll never get me alive!"

Somewhere in the neighborhood of humanity,
sneaking up and creaking the floor boards
on the spiritâ€™s porch. Peeking through windows
of soul seeking the extra ordinary.
Skulks a Peeping Poet.