rebirth

Overwhelmed, exaggerated and taxed by depravity, eyes with staring intentions broke their spiteful glance.  Looking up, forward, jostling the minds perception of near proportions, sinews tore attention from what lay eager and willing below. Keys lay in wait, languish in longing, and groaning under the pressure of not being touched. Finally the tap-dance tiptoe of ill timed triggers fired off at close range after a long silent drought. Unlearned and shaken, slithering digits dialed deliberate delusions. Cynical and sorry, new blanketing emerged, whipped and frothy the sound of it bellowed. Dulling the senses, the eyes, the cloud-in-head laughs joyous like ignorant i-told-you-so innocence. Something was. Some weak dully conceived thing, like an oil-doily, gross and gorgeous, was. It came, flourished like flowers of gothic fancy spinning out of control within the smallest sphere, nigh nakedly detectable. But it was, is and diminishes, a thought, a simple spark of a wh- sounding notion. Period. Created.

Finally, holes' 'been sittin' for too long!

the barrel's been turning, the mixture poised, resolute. the lever has been stuck, perched on the cusp of the chute. not grease nor tork could force the flow, but unplanned like a quake the levy will break and into the holes the concrete will go!

lemonaid

life and lemons, forget what they say
brace your buds, eat them anyway
dont dement masochism, know its time and place
be there, lip schism. pucker up and suck face
a rind is just abc citrus
autopsy is dead without morticians
potential carries no closure to open wounds
idling, fruit forsaking, fly feeding, fends no feud
vesicles vindicate vibrantly
freely bequeathed acrid victory
and you're still looking for juice