Is Not What It Seems Poem by soren Barrett

Nothing in my pocket but I am rich
a hollow gut socket and nothing to it enrich
Heart treasuries, hunger's remedies
coat cavity and belly full of delicious memories

Salted open sores, buttered smiles
chocolate amores, bittersweet trials
mixed and sautéed in a rusted pan
without a recipe, nothing from a can

Tarnished shadows polished in sun's gold
Behind a mental mirror magic does unfold
Beggar now king, whore virgin queen
Sacred, what was once obscene