Look at us deciphering from scattered bits of simple cadence
Gluing framing gaining prudent palette learning newer flavors
Loosening the meaning proving brighter than you once expected
Catapulting action leaving no depiction undisected.
Incomplete induction building context of compressed impressions
Sifting pieces understanding wanderlust in simple lessons
Pouring into view the words
Assuming form in function destined
Coloring a loose interpretation
Fusing loving heaven.
Seldom do the patrons of this theater construct it perfect
None the less the picture seeds a lust and makes the effort worth it
Loading up my black mirror Skinner box to feel connected
Growing in the recesses craft horrors have recollected
Knowing when the tendrils attach more ascend to deck and
Burrow with an aim to enact order and stay infected.
Preying on desire with cracked swords a solemn gesture
spills aboard aloft an impactful throne of sordid fester
None adorn a thwarting reaction as a suit of armor
Gunning for the floor the distraction of a warring vessel.
Thunder isn’t half of the problem pouring ocean water.
Nothing but an echo, the past it seems was scarcely special
Wonder if the grip will relax if I can paddle harder
Sunder every bridge in a gasp for the forgotten nestle
Covered up in plastic, ******* thinks he’s just a farmer
Wonder when the bones in my back will feed the mortar pestle.
Fumble with a weapon enraptured in the frozen water
Doesn’t change the fact that the ******* on another level
Ivy prying sickly little patterns
Over weathered marble
Drying into autumn
Soured clover spitting flower fodder
Power living deeper
Seething stranger towers clouding water
River founding cities
Plowing fitting visions vowing honor
Dying in the streets
Among the leaf appearing from a gutter
Under marching clutter singing arbor into many others
****** if a murmur isn’t echoed further outing fathers
Bound to pass a burden
Surgeon scalpel serving hallowed daughters
Hours over eons
Over galaxies or galant parents
Drowning in a sea of turning time
Below the grinding planets
Finding little moments
Here and there
To stir the brewing panic
Signing every letter
Solemn coward banished
Given up already
Dreading answers only getting silence
Searching furrowed forest
Lurking treasures forming learned guidance
Breathy whispers egging
Empty guesses pouring from the pious
Crying over constellations
Craven paper tiger liars.
If it's a distance empty from the A to B we can't decipher.
lined along with bricks and mortar, stick and stone left how we like em.
How do efforts scurry through assuming light could bless the shadow
nose to sky with hopeful glances honing in on roads of gravel.
Growing disillusion suits a lofty breadth of chest to beat on
knowing in the end a setting sun eclipses better eons.
Apropos of nothing and devoid of any hopeful signal
known to try imposing gold on weathered stone, and broken spindles
Drew the yoke upon a sect who we prescribed a disposition
drawing red each sordid line, insuring they'll be sent to prison.
Never free. The harvester assumes the fruit have grown impatient
failing here to see them printing license plates on new plantations.
Maybe in the future we'll refuse the craven role, observer,
graduate to breaking through, return the lives we stole with fervor.
Maybe while elites are keen to trim the fat and clip the losses,
we'll discover links they hadn't seen, between our little boxes.
"Forgive us," We chant.
they're only words that we've inherited
an outline we've decided
history's absurd parameters
the language we've provided
as if trust in our alignment
to a violent set of precepts can be merited.
It's a culture of the owner
simple values we've inducted
printing match sticks out of loners
when the world is deconstructed
do you measure up or fold it
you reduce the world to numbers
blew the lid off feuds abundance
knew the billionaires would fund it
What's it mean?
it's a remnant
not a battle.
don't dissect it
smoke and soot
pale and fragile
cut the fruit
use a scalpel.
With each breath,
the words we left erupt into contingency
clever quips afford an inference sold, stark in it's consistency.
If ever I was taught a thrift aligning threads along a canvas.
Head to toe, snake oil or poison, chalking up life's mysteries
The needle treads along indifferent rhythms
often missed in lieu of lecture
lifted structure, painted fracture
vivid summer, lazy *******
lay the meaning on at will along alliterated thrill
fulfill the seam content to spill
to drill the point in that much faster.
tears of sadness
tears of laughter
Why does it work
to levy silence or flirt
to learn a line of some actress
or divide up the earth
assert a picture infatuated with prying for worth
when it ain't there.
"I don't care,
I ain't tryna get hurt."
Have a word, agg a bird on, classic
who's drinking champagne,
who's getting turned on
Choose a new frame for the tragic.
Are we laying the groove
or are we playing in traffic.
If you're gonna be lonely,
maybe learn how to cook.
Parade the smoke to the rafters
after doubting the book.
Alert the parents in vowing the earnest
salt in the brook.
A fervent effort relays to bacon kisses you took.
Brine is cheap,
and on days like this
find a Mrs. or friend,
apply the bread crumb crisp.
Buy the egg to allure.
confide that "this might miss."
If not to them to yourself.
Try the odd light whip.
Find a guide or a dozen.
Fire doesn't necessarily deny the pleasant after math.
Passable dishes levy comfort on cold nights,
dying for treasure dancing in the lights,
and forming function digging diamond from plastic wrap.
"I could serve a candied berry
pair it fairly cold below a lighter cream."
See the finer things elaborate below the theme.
Mise en place allowing,
yolk to heat,
folk wreaths are crowning.
Found a leek to brown,
found out what friends to feed can mean
Be the barer
taste your food
Buck the system
tuck the mood in
get your list out
pay it forward
take the order
grab a whisk
make an impact
Pleat the border
break the silence
wrap a gift