ride the flame

roll over the jagged rocks to find soft sand.

roused spirits

adapts to new colors

of newer steps

and

the void

becomes joy

rivived in liquid green-

sprayed writing.

 

windless storm

wiggles horny wetness.

rippled eyes

and

flesh mouth

has

removed ache . . .

just for now.

 

giggling buds

bloom wide

into

fragrant worlds.

 

Author's Note

pure cut dream beef trimmed lightly with white noise

Reviews

[Passingdaze]

This read was very entertaining. The words flowed forth and engulfed me and I think that this was one of the best ways that I've woken up in quit a while.