Every twist of tongue composing a symphony exclusive to her soul, the rhythm of their movements a private sonnet of their love. Growing in each others habitat, feeling high and low the keys, making riffs of pleasure, pressure, and unity of rubbing spirits as close as they can reach. Tuning instruments of love warmly readying to play, and if such songs please the architect, the fruits of fusion flow.

Days fly by on autopilot.

Sometimes I don’t feel a thing.

I just watch myself and ponder if

I’m living in a dream.

I watch people, their faces, and the expressions that they make. I sit around and wonder if they’re real or if they’re fake.

This is a new age. I thought this was a new age.

Circa 2008

Baby elephants

Endeavor to fly in vain

Winged ear propellers

Non aeronautical form

Incorrect uplift design

#TankYouElephant #Challenge

Three in the morning,

as the shadows toll,

you sit alone -

born from the clouds

but strewn on ground,

sitting on mound

of dissembled lies,

curled and swirled

in fetal crush.

Only you can hear

your heartbeat straining

to be heard above

roar of pounding rain.

Unseen behind white smoke

of somber indifference,

you fight to escape

loveless husk

when you don’t

even love yourself

in the vertigo

of midnight strife.

Erased and defaced

in still silence,

you decide

your own fate.

#Challenge #LetterToGirlWhoSitsAlone

Ugly.

Fat.

Worthless.

The words have penetrated her ears one too many times.

She looked into the mirror,

And was a stranger to the reflection.

The girl she saw was torchured.

Mutated beyond recongniztion.

It was not who she used to be.

It took one swallow,

And she was gone.

all after

(the while)

concentration

broken

not keeping

(all reflections

stupid simple)

from click and point

alone am me

(an excavation)

page by page

the pen

fountain

(cascades down)

& drought ends

#2littleWhos #eecummings #WordPlay

Drain my brain,

unshackle the chain,

my thoughts

are insane,

rotten regards

swimming

in insanity sea -

let them be -

arms marred

by scars.

Infinity

swirls and twirls,

doors left ajar,

marching stars -

so bizarre.

Mind rust and dust

struggle for trust,

unseeing being

lost and tossed

in dark of night,

staggering

in moon light.

Fragments

muddled and

befuddled.

Hold nigh

lamp of truth

high in sky.

My heart

has paid the cost

and I am

forever lost

in translation.

#Challenge #MindRust @ForeverLost

Moonlight wades

in knee high boots

through darkened

life images

casting spidered webs

of broken shadows.

I open my mouth

and swallow it whole

as screams slip through

my fingers, puddling

fitfully on the floor.

I shout the truths

never uttered

in daylight, while

the past sleeps

in my bed

in tangled sheets.

My night

is wide awake

opening jaws

in sucking sounds.

I hang

from bare threads

listening

to the drip, drip, drip

of black blood water,

drilling into my mind,

a torture filling

the night hours,

slowly squeezing

me into oblivion.

I close my

ponderous eyes

with the dawning

realization that

I am not ready

to go yet,

pulling the clouds

with both hands

roughly

from my mind.

#MidnightMonologues #slippingThrough