Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Bundled sticks fuse buckled wits into brooms
Smitten with the breath manufactured toast
Innermost tubes suckle pale sickly plumes
Crystalling the flesh of a dying host

Fingertips stain with the sweet residue
Written from the grill of a thousand roasts
Arteries strain, bringing chills to the blue
Chiseling a new homicidal boast

Twenty wicks burn to inflate air balloons
Lifting past the cold stratospheric heights
Choking then drips from the lips, leather pruned
Gasping for the toke of another light

Dimmed wits will stay until this packaged itch
Can trumpet hacks to motivation's pitch