ripe fruit unconfined to the width of fruit

frightfully absent-minded of it's metaphor

burgeoning with sweet to burst-

...’The slowest devastation of a perfect sphere.


Bloated in the sun

at the peak of yes

a trifle to a god; and everything He meant.

the raw sub conscience of Love Itself.


Forest olde and valley wide

heeps of time upon time in a bramble of lush

vast with green enough to burst

...the joyous vegetation of a perfect world.


Garrulous in the sun

at the peak of yes

a testament to god at His first attempt.

the sheerest genius of Love

Thyself.

Coast to coast
The more you come to town tasting of a strange brew
You leave the train station in downtown Arkansas, dreamin' of America
The more you can fiend your way alone, friends to toast with
Moksha attained, I'm going off to Mars looking for enlightenment
My space is booked and the coast looks like a sea seldom touched
Kinda like blue midnight in Martian space, riding in a summer car
Shining lady fickle
Makes a good pickle
I want a taste of your sickly sour
Coal from the coast, take my life on your jungle groove
In heeps of trolley's, trollops in the shiny diamond cars
Diamond shining in the hustled season, unknowing of what's charging past marching mayflowers
Today's dills in summer taken in chrome horses hanging out in grander pernicious places, we could steal and thieve from petty complaisant men

Under the starry sky
Under the moonlit water
Under the toiled ground
Under the heeps of dirt
Under the souled shoes
Under the girl in red and blue
Under the boy who can't count
Under me and you


Love

Toxicity in emotions
Bourne ******* feelings
Results of low self love
Minus a narcissist love
Hinge pinned reason for
Everything worth living
Incubation by loss
Losing egos pretty match
Sauteed in pride too great
Heeps of wasted time
Soaked in poetry lines
Line after line of go away
Bowl after bowl of get going
Pile on four more
To ten grinding years
If all this leaves only
Me.  Regrets. Holding Nothing.