Stole some fixed verse, from a nicked purse
Drown me in turpentine
Told to react first, and act terse
Barren with no arginine
                            …
Diluted grape juice poured like nectar
Drips faithfully down to a rat in its cell
Forged delusions, lidless projector
Purgatory bound through this, a stint in hell
Outward embodiment shown as a spectre
Wilted flowering of a southern belle
Bedpost batters, it earns too deep a notch
Piggies arrive too late, they smell of scotch.

Procession line Vicar,
Speaking with the lowly vigor,
He picked up from a Detroit ******,
Calm down…no one said ******.

Found prosperity
Through a bottle of clarity
Gift wrapped for charity
Then stolen in hilarity.

Refrain borrowed from a borrowing line
**** rolling down on an incline
Rest at the bottom to recombine.
Face up, mouth open; laying supine

Riots over a turn of phrase
Vanquished hope in lost praise
Lawyer’s bout due for a raise
Pointless comment regarding gays…

Waking up to a sale on shoe strings,
Screams of panic as they reach for things
Approach the riot on bare feet
Callouses left over from the street.

Bartering the price up to a surplus
Purchasing things with no purpose

Trampled are the slow
Bodies lay crumpled well bellow
Stomped to a fine dust
****** fluids leave way to rust

Stripes of nylon cover flesh
Color on skin seems so fresh

Inhaling fumes straight from the pipe
Second Hand dealings seized through hype
Misconceptions bound to implode
Laces stripped and worn loose on the road

Sick lies told in serpentine
Slicked walled ****** told to tow the line
Symbiotic stays the bond
Symbiosis for the newly dawned

Beanie bags on tied knees sweep the floor
The children of a neighborhood *****

Willard’s pets toasted over firelight
Inhaled whole nary a bite.

Sunken eyes watching a falling sun
Chewing nails to simulate fun.

Head laid down on a pillow of lice.
Fall asleep terrified with the sound of mice.

Splitting the framework of conceptualized demise, demanding council with the potential for immortality found in the roots of a proud, longstanding family tree.

Withdrawals worked out to pay off a longstanding debt with a beat down mentality housed and rehearsed for the sake of a sour state of mind, preserving faltering sainthood.

Ink stains used to stretch the page thin, scraping off fragments of the tatters of a foreign form of progress, denounced with age, but brought back around for a short bout of overtime.

The bourne conspiracy isn’t held in shades of reflected gray, but the raging current of rosewater.

Soldiers of fortune draped in dandelions uprooted from Napoleon’s farm.

Bronte’s web grows thick inhaling inherent rice.

Nonsense picked up in jabberwocky from a novelized wookiee.

IQ bound success clubs playing the most dangerous game, hunting Will.

Ents chopped and sold over borders, bought back sixfold as disassembled chairs.

Hard hitting lines of north Dallas long past the forty, placating the rules for larger shares.