fuzztone overide
the energy glides
dripping in excess
the ego shinning polished
with sucess

mirth wrapped in waters
appeal
hot humid
thundering reveal

the fabrics lick up the streaming
course
the pelt of its liquid density
beating out like morse

and outside the wolves of winter
wait restless at the gate
the not so timid grip
or talon
leaking like remorse
position
the memories flame
alive inside
like a gatlin gun
on a hillside

hooves of logic dart
in the mists
releasing the ions
submerged in this
eons of dreams
and schemes
sunwashed and
chill iced
some nasty
some nice

and the fan drones
in its monotony
giving the narcism
a surf lobotomy

ride the wave
its the slide I crave
the controlled crash
they call a landing
like all the beats
of a heart banding

pull chain bar lamp
the glow row of
jackets in the dirth
of dark
enlivened in the heats
rush
remembering the mare
flush
stalwart plan
like a lucky hand

hearts made
in an afternoon
shade
a moon alcove
blossom scent
like cupids bullseye
hit
swooned
and smitten
drowning in the torrid
emotions
washed free
and clean

Love is the master
of the chase

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