(●´⌓`●)
bleed reality
of all it’s goodness leaving
us dreams of despair
(●´⌓`●)
Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
rough patches inflamed
by rigid dogma is just
a blister on life
Let me be unclear
Shout with courage to the eaves
and not acquiesce
To malign misdirection
of obtuse obfuscation

Suck the lime. Smell the
me
orange. Be the lemon. My
citrus dream beckons

Guitar shredding thru
The mist of power chord swamp
Band groupies swooning