3.29.2015

Skyscraping Scenery


We can walk away from the concrete path where dirt is praised. The greenery is breathtaking or is that the claws around my throat? -- Whoops, never mind it’s just a necktie; I’ll loosen the knot.

Each turn is sharply smooth, angled curves, straightly veered. It’s loud and inviting jittering birds, flashing moonlight. -- Ah, no there’s an eclipse, the light was a lamppost bending from the wind.

Cheshire cat smiles and filed nails are bittersweet in this hazy jungle. A Disney ride on LSD, laughing tightly until you spit. -- But these two aren’t related.

The spittle arose from a sour taste, taste tongue.
Coming undone.
Stark naked in a pantsuit -- You look ravishing my dear.

Underneath, we’re all just savages.

3.21.2015

Fem-masoch-ism


I’m tripping on words like a dedicated hippie.  Full of opiated faith and not the slightest bit chaste. Oops, did I do that? Let me pick it up and stumble for show so everyone will know I’m coherent to appreciate all the leers I procreate from the slit in my skirt and the crop of my shirt that doesn’t hide the snide remarks daggered behind my lack of ass, so full of sass and power that I’m showered in these flowers around my neck. A noose of independence dripping in decadence with filth and grime that finds its way under my nails and entails a neon illumination of deterioration in a body of life that lacks strife. To only thrive on being alive and I love all the while continuing to beguile you with my wild child ways.
Say….
Got anymore?

3.19.2015

Rings


Curtained stripes barricade menacing smiles to eradicate niceties. Refracting from the camera lens in shock of misguided truth. There was never an equilibrium, was there? Bah, an elephant can whisper secrets hoarsely. There are maggots crawling in your beard.

3.17.2015

Cuppa

I want a grande mocha cafe
Rich
Creamy
Bursting with smooth flavor
More steam the better

I want a skinny vanilla latte
Light on foam
Light on life
Most favorite
Trendy
Silk
Don't forget to make it Tall

I want a caramel macchiato
It's fun to say
Cool to drink
Vivid
Colorful
Sharp
Hot enough to burn

I want my coffee black
I want it strong
Crisp
Be bold
Never turn back

Which to choose
Which to drink
Why must I choose, why can't I have it all?
No, the barista says, it'll taste like shit
They're made different
They're too different
But all I want to do is wake up!

Alright, let me see your tea flavors...