come to me, my beloveds with long nails and squinting eyes, spare neither claw or hook, delve and devolve, critique and solve the words of this prophet scribbled on plastic bus seats
give me my due, my comeuppance, my downfalls
will me to be better or worse if that be betterment
so eagerly will embrace, grasp, insert your benailing fingers, soften, grasp, repoint thy claws taking thy earnest joy at pain inflicted as my own as long as you dare just say something! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A bus poem in honor of my invitation my digital birthing
A gob of squash in a saucer with a hub let a carrefour marque with an apple ding in swirls of romance heading there a crowd of superfluousness as a hip is king and a patch through the field that roll lushly on green for this round mesh while exquisitness hit so sweet in a shade of sky where ablaze in silky attire with her brazen desire again.