A Warped View of My Inner Sanctum......

There's a ball of fire underneath my attire
solar rays that aspire from within as they wire my blend
of metaphors that ascend like the blood in my veins
descend like arteries of hue in plain view
as Aurora borealis's spew of red and blue.
This core under skin to the left of my sternum
beats constant to the drum in my plum, reminds some
of the conflicting rum drunk thought I succumb to
a haze of street slums as drunks ramble in sums
that becomes a deeper thought I emit upon the run
of blue lines in tons of deeper conundrums
Lyrically fall on the page like crumbs as I eat them.
Weaving like weeds in stemming supervenes
that copulates the mean of my body's ravine
My heart is as the trunk of the tree
As it branches in reprieve to the supreme being all owes he
she is ambiguity all and none
within my pumping core I feel only one
don't be stunned by my linguistic tongue
for the sum of these parts still equal one
One poem, one flowing metaphor, one opus
of thought in my focus as it feeds like locus
breeds like maggots, impedes like traffic
breaches every facet of your mind, it's static
Grab it if you dare to unlock the Altair
I burn with dark fire, explode without care
Every solar flare from my chest, beneath my hair
Is the doom of existence, reformed in logical compare....