Golden glow glistening off dewdrops,
Drenching the window with warm illuminance,
Arabica aromas arousing my nostrils,
Perfuming the hall with the carafe swirling full.
Black liquid and the sound of your tantalizing sizzle
Entices my temptation to taste you early.

News anchors singing in their monotonous cadence,
The weather's good, and the guards are playing better defense.
The sweet kiss of your ruby red filling dancing off my lips,
**** just a little, savored in the warm pastry,
Crumbling just a little, mouth-watering rivers
Lusting for your gooey center-
Completing my rousing,
Enjoying a strawberry pop-****.

"A yummy granola of uneven stanzas, metaphors and similes, meditations, and confessions."

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this is I’m told
the how of how
I script,
I like granola though not
necessarily my premieur choix,
unless I’m breakfast buffet’ing
in Switzerland

and the all white mountains urge me
to climb aboard

I do not quatrain or cinqtrain,
my plan of attack is
****** and parry, defeat the
white enemy of empty,
with love my soul delivers
that which is rapidly transiting,
decomposing in my lobes,
awaiting perhaps reassembly and
reanimating in a new combination

employ the employees of writing
with liberty for all and
allegiance to none,
and the wild child within calls the shot
and asks only one question:
what do I deserve,
more importantly,
what do I know and owe you?