Smile honey

A Poem by Soil Creep

Statement of purpose to follow the bloated walrus

He's towards planks of uncertainty blown by sheets of tension.

One foot in front of the other into that unwritten future Joe always talked about.

His shoulders blush at the opportunity and I can't help but lick my lips when his hips swing to and fro. A grimace at his ingenuity. By means I could only hope to mention Jack rips the flesh of an otherwise hospitable situation. The wind slides its fibrous fingers across the ripened stalks enclosing this otherwise hospitable situation.

I was uncertain. Like James said "it could curdle your heartstrings." That prominent chisel struck inwards corrupting whatever honest drawings of a man anyone expected. Few of us wanted to be there and even fewer dared to smirk. Such dimples.

Shortly he was moved.

The long snaking fingers of those closest to the floor did their work unbeknownst to the emaciated seekers writhing beneath the planks. It smelled like what he might put on movie food. Jack had a way with words. He also had a way with shovels.

Sweat broke out from the corners of his cracked smile.

"Welcome"