Lotus Smile.

A queen-backed radiance comes limping
down my smile,
hanging on barely by the threads of its
tongue-in-cheek appearance.
An incised lotus jumbles up all the
meanings...as the Pisces 'star' gives birth
from underneath the stem.

Creativity lacks in the most forbidden
branch of the misplaced mind,
which knows that whitened spaces all trace back to
maroon velvet, the remains
of a once cream like brick grease.
Wisdom knows that habits leave,
only to come back stronger...
and that hatred for one's self does not ever fade...
but instead it grows like serpent vines
in the center manifold
of a hurricane's eye bridge.