Free verse № 259
Fruition
Conglomerated checkerboard destinies
Puzzling the last shred of my sanities
Turbo-charged monkey brain hurled
Spiraling into a funneled world.
Gaseously internal conflicts
intestinal worrisome eyes,
My body is pulled towards the sun,
Her thighs.
Mismanipulation and woe,
Driving two-ton slayers.
Not even my cosmic understanding of itching
Can keep me from the big grow.
Females worry, friends lead on.
Cops lead the evening blurry
Without rhyme or reason
We're gone.
Paisley floormats,
Flashing smiles - turning heads.
Plastic tubs
A thought: what would happen if I were dead!
"Only thinly aware
of a certain unease
in the air"
Home is where the heart is.
But at 4 am?
Visual bombardments and obnoxious residues.
Lemon-lime lighting pulsating the night away.
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