the very epitome
i love you.
Late night Macca-run,
Busted up hand-me-down car
Rattling along the rocky road
With his warm hoodie draped around me
Like a toga with a Supreme sticker.
AC's turned off in traffic
As the night breeze is all we need
To enjoy this comfortable night
In his car, together.
I order a hot chocolate.
He orders a cheeseburger.
And we share the fries,
And I drain his pepsi
Until all there is
Is a pile of melted ice
And the soft pallet of knock-off cola
- in which both of us refuse to drink the leftover contents.
The cup is still warm in my hands,
And the car smells of fried food and cocoa powder.
His eyes are focused on the road,
While mine are focused elsewhere.
He drops me home,
and ditches the trash.
And that was the end of our quiet late-night dinner-date.
Macca's = McDonalds
That smell wafting through the air
Brings a bout of nostalgia
Lightly fried fish
Under that tunnel in Ueno
Near that subway entrance
That path we've trod on
So many times
There's this smell that always reminds me of this back from Japan. Smells I'd been accustomed to through the whole my childhood.
First assignment done
Feeling relieved and weary
Also really sore
*** that assignment took forever but I finally got it done.
I'm so tired, but you know what that means!
I'm free tomorrow and on the weekend!
The next part of the Masked Bard will be out on the morrow.
Right now, my brain is mush...
Love you guys! Thank you for being so patient and supportive!
See ya tomorrow!
dilated black pupil
i watch take shape
grin of pink with form so clean
ambushes grey soul
touch like feather
fist of gold
bold strikes, put to rest
by feather of gold
she pilots soul
i pilot soul
never fly so low
always take high to zones unknown to globe
havent felt this way in yrz.
Amber-kissed choux pastry
Shells in the oven's womb
baked round, light, fluffy, hollow
Fattened with sweet cream
Dust sugar powder
Eighth Epulaeryu! ^-^
I am on a roll!
Deliciously sweet street treat
From dough unsweetened
Usually long, thin or thick
Deep fried, golden-brown
Sprinkled with sugar
mixed with cinnamon
Fifth Epulaeryu! ^-^
*** 171 followers! THANK YOU, THANK YOOOOOUUUUU!!!!
Man, I'm so happy! ^-^
Confidence is going out in short shorts
With legs a gradient of egg white to fried egg
Too bad this yolk will not break
Trapped in the shell eternally.
I am slave
I am addiction
open my pages
Find a clear lack of clarity, apparently.
find the words of obscurity,
that kept ME,
feeling absurd / lacking purity.
Words that helped me hold you down
Hold me down
Consuming and reusing and expelling in a town
Where we have no choice but to be ourselves
Ourself as seemed reflected on a screen
Our|a|self we might through dedication gain applause for
But not ourself, the one our eye’s never see.
Even our own eyes.
A self i/u/we buried.
To seem I was special and lacked- |non|?-absurdity.
Don't touch that it's lava it's hot!
Don't worry I'm resistant to Lava you see I can do what I want and it won't hurt me.
So step into the lava and prove it to me!
Oops, I roll a 1 on my die!
I guess that means you fried!
Copy right Michael Robert Triska 2018 Players luck! For Dwarven apocalypse game.