powdered onto choppy lips

[wylde]

.

this always becomes that


rocket eyeballs delivered
on a platter
sucked in absorption.
sand blasted out-lasted
spew roaming romans
romulus swallowing remus

in your blown up guts gusted
in gussets on my paupers sleeve

the loose thread hypnotises
lies
the pendulum slowing

a gift of god on holy knees
running fingers in rivers
supplanted in foreheads
hair
streaming

high-browse flames

calls palms to sockets

spanners wild
nuts bolting

coming undone in a doing
coming again
over the same
realisation of grains boiled

to a residue kiss

powdered onto choppy lips

.

[judih]

turbulence subsides
insanity resumes
poetry escape

thanks, wylde

[saw]

nice flow
would work I feel at an open mike
the wordplay and alliteration at times,
give movement, like a runaway truck...ha
I like it

[mnaz]

Agree. A gift..

[wylde]

turbulence subsides
insanity resumes
poetry escape

thanks, wylde

we need to dance and laugh
even during the apocalypse
that still belongs to us

thank you sister in creativity.

[wylde]

nice flow
would work I feel at an open mike
the wordplay and alliteration at times,
give movement, like a runaway truck...ha
I like it

salute saw. the internal voice of delivering phonically mindpainted imagery.

just wish i was a jackson pollock. but i only have sound. but we use what we have.

thanks.

[wylde]

Agree. A gift..

meaningful value with a currency pocketed gratefully rockstar.
tks