Author Jerome P. Seaton out of chaos, Chang Kuo-lao popped riding his white ass backwards through illusion born in purple clouds coiled in ruby mist every night he folded that old ass up swallowed it to sleep in bliss. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments