shimmy with the sham
the glue gun bold hold
like spot welding

slap a thigh and tell
me the Hull is fresh
for frolic

Cut plasma ideology
with the tip of your intellect
like a cats tongue
sipping cream
on a polished floor
from a turquoise bowl

marvel of engineering
she moves smooth
gliding through the
sets
in her
repaired retro dress

cough up some love
to slip inside
the warm smooth
cups

its her world
and she'll
eat it up

I didn't sleep again today, it sucks
but that is my usual insomniac way
running, drugs, bad books don't aid
it doesn't help to run away,
I've considered a blade.

I'll get up and walk around, even run
for no productive purpose i can see
my general premise isn't a sound one
but I'll be the best that I can be

so wash and eat, the basics help
even if it seems inept to do
I ask you, seriously?
what would you do?

How cunning a demon, this thing we call Fate,
In the shadow of time she coils in wait,
Adrenaline her drug, and hope is her bait
The world was mine, but she chose the date.

Like so many damned, I thought I could win
Joining the world of adventurous men,
I scoffed as I passed her shadowy den
But Fate simply snickered, and then lured me in…

“So step to the table, it’s Russian Roulette,
Pull your soul’s trigger, it’s not over yet
You’ve trained for the worst, how bad can it get?
Each fight is a chance to stake a new bet!”

Nox noctis

lay day away
wash stars
the vineyards
and dream gates

grains plucked
of gold
morsels of fate
feasts for
forgiving famines

all breath of life
like tides
alive

easing our
days to the
mystique