Treasure Island

ally gunther

Jungle sprite

Supposed beautiful,
Quiet as a winter snowflake,
Speckled blanket of snow.
Sprite swallows jungle woe.

My jungle sprite,
Bounce from tree to tree-
Singing your red cordial melody

It's only been seconds
Thump goes the core
In time with the slow-growing
Jungle vines
Made snakes
By my jungle sprite
They're swallowing me up
I'm fighting just to stay up


She keeps me down
Her oppression
Her crown
Her eyes lined with charcoal
Cruelty of a past time
My pasttime
To bottle her
My genie jungle sprite


Delighting in her change
My prediposition
Her's not to hide
Showing her roots
And all
And I start to fall
With the browning leaves
Faded orange
Like my scars
My past wars
Last halves

And a red-hot
Keeps em together
Au naturale


Isn't she beautiful?
All natural
I can go kinda

Submitted: Tuesday, March 05, 2013

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