There there my dear, it's only a scratch, another one for the collection.
Antiseptic wipe; Dettol 99.9% by the way.

Indignancy felt but ushered into a comfortable seat with nice back support and leather upholstery.
Tomato Ketchup.

"This is just wrong, this will not stand!!"  A deafening barely audible roar.
Look there is a fly banging its head against a glass window.  He repeats the action over and over.

A spark flies and it blinds.  Sweet immersion.  Embrace. Warmth. Comfort.
A bubble. Suspension.  The gaze into a lover's eyes....post ****** of course!

Cinema ticket stubs, bloated belly, extra butter.  The cold walk home.
Sorry, I have none on me or I left mine inside or look away.

Discrepency and some     thing dis    jointed.  Lack of understanding.  Inward spirals.
HellNoweWontgO, away they went in disgruntled silence.  Not a stain nor a mark on the beautiful tree lined streets.

Pretty to fickle, all true
Sovereign in light, and due
Sacred with love, come soon
Time can hospitality, sated who?

Rhythm of a pacing simplicity
Acts and freedom, to tell a story...
Shy faces, with these we indignancy
A callous form and its sources, with which we worry...

Worlds away...
The dancing now, and its vice with how
Suggestion is timid, and stoic, shade
Saving the gift of suppose, we notice allow...

Voiced anger, the rhythm of mere suggestion
Havoc, to come and question, a far away silence...?
Minds to verify a given stone, the break for intimation?
Is ours; are they esteem, or are they courting a promises chance?

Pity a fool for the future...?
So somber, the cares in lent choices, the truth has become
A character in a kiss, violent enough to worth curiosity
Of the pain we see, a chastity to accept a savior for home?

Epitaph, to a drama in the street
Sudden lips of shame, and the take of finite stares to heaven
Wishes and carnal know, the none you felt in heat
In the hour, and with time to slam doors, done is our reason...

Dead air
Host of acceptation
Boast of his brass band, done with a flair
The few and the gay, until avid is saying

Dressed to a tea
Do you remember me?
Sulk, indignancy, home is where the heart is keen
Of an adventuresome appetite, wishing for today to seem

A door on time and space?
Why, is an open question
Toward a new opportunity, is fade a way?
Consider us a relatively odd task, in the asking...

Are you ready, for an excitement that has no fate?
Undue the neglect you are observing, is mine to meddle?
A wish in the prime of life, that has voices to sate
An hour of ourselves, as if a weight is lifted only by ire's to settle

Presence of mind, to consume the obvious
And a waiting gift, of pace and timidity, a rage I devour
For every little pass and tumult, the tooth of meet the odious
With eyes of judgment that are a history before war

A war with only one side, your future
A whole instinct for what made us a jealous source
Of future stones and the path of significance, a reaches cure
For a windy digression into sates, that is come by force

Dismiss us when the strangeness of the night
Has come and gone, the truth to wizen at a poor justice
That has remained a friend of yours, for ages of anger and might
That knew one thing, to knock on your door is but a vice...

Time for a knot
A carried child, on hip we see eternity
Look, and become a shrewdness, never mocked...?
Kisses and kindred away, with a future certainty...

Add me when the road has a fork...?
Spills of light and the breath of common sight
Keep is a heady order, to a wish beyond yore
Save me a stern ordeal, when we select ourselves, for rights...

Persuade yourself a bird's home, to be...
A fluffy smile with a coming hope, some other time...
Today we will see a shoe, become the haste of indignancy
Here to say and make a threshold, a comment in poises lime...

Adrenaline, a mother of fine figures and cares, will say
Blue as the sky and its hindrances are, the tows of reason
Let a known sharing, introduce a human stare, with ways
Ever a hap perceived not, the coming and going to seasons...

Long in the tooth, and faring an espoused generosity of couth
Instinct has seen you, with a problem only the character of the world
Absolutes with all and decency to entertain, the miracle of youth?
Rages shadow in the days, will sensibly prepare a soul for silence early?

Quiet, asks mother finally, is a road to where its own a shall?
Understood with a realm to its touch, is fate for the rue we, see?
In the mars and despair of courage, we take home, the price of all?
Timid as a call of wisdom is, isn't all of love still a room, for we?

Here a babe will notice, is a frank discussion of senses mercy...
Or to more than fore, the weakness of spoil and guarded foils oft due
Patiently lending one more glance at you, is a vice to know our worry?
Edges of poignancy appear, and the disgust of another season for a fool...