Word Spillage

Milk the mind/ strip off rind/ tenderise/ season/ heat.  Beat knuckles 'til raw/ whack-off 'til sore/

phone 'em up and tell 'em what's the question got you stuck.  Tuck away emotion/ Purge devotion/

hold elation most bold/ blind/ stub-toe scream/ derailing/ stylised falling/ always calling out, even when

all sound fails/ all hope sails for unreachable horizons but finds home amid aqua/desert landscapes

and sighs forevermore into creation. 

Reviews

[Emily B]

Those words make a lovely little puddle on the floor where they spilled, don't they now?

Sighs for evermore intro creation . . . that's a lofty thought. I enjoyed this trip.