This is not my Landscape

[Charlesjoseph]

This is not my Landscape

They say, write from all of deep chest born truths
drenched in deluge, crest sunk, felted motions
Write in ghost ribboned speak, purple flowered prose
pink hearts bled red, watered skies and of starry oceans
This is not my landscape
I am made of lead pipe

Caravans of tears emerge in feigned hurt
draped in refuse, scavenged feeling balmed hearts
Shall we, weeping gardens, clap with singled arm
satisfied now, wrapped in gold lilt, paint farts
This is not my landscape
I am made of lead pipe

Mack truck poetry, fist fucked love holes, that's mine
dressed in refuge, nuclear me singing
Carbon pressed joys, seismic measured hate speech
runaway dandy I, oil rig clinging
This is now my landscape
I am made of lead pipe

Ok man,
This one is in my wheelhouse......
Here's my suggestion.
Start this over with the third part first.
Tell us what your landscape is and then piss on what you don't like.

Example

This is my landscape[/u]

runaway dandy I, oil rig clinging (runaway dandy I)----love this
dressed in refuge, me singing
nuclear seismic hate speech.
Like a lead pipe to your head
This is mack truck poetry MOTHERFUCKER

Ok so i embellished a bit with the motherfucker but you get the point. This is your thing fly on.
Cheers
Chazz