Just for the record
I don’t abuse alcohol
It abuses me
ABUSE
Tag: writer
MOON
Beneath the golden moon we lay
Twisted, smoking, and in ruin
Upon alabaster plinth we play
An ageless game too soon
Garments obscure lurid display
After giving in to a youthful groove
Damaged by our bawdy sway
Now this one you mustn’t move
STICKY
nothing gives me pause
like a sticky floor, makes me
shiver to the core
RECOVER
so sorry that you find
my need to recover
from an accident
of the maiming kind
to be inconvenient for
profitability and productivity
future projection minds
FAN
time to reconcile
the roasting of the sheaves as
chaos hits the fan
PIANO
Maestro Glissando
would submerge the piano
in a waterfall
VALLEY
cooled off to survive
having been deeply engulfed
in her hot valley
POLLEN
As a youth I would
sprinkle pollen everywhere.
The Pollenator
SPRAY
A hyena spray
a day keeps jackals at bay.
Scent of betrayal
IFS
Amongst many ifs
I remained still continent
No trickle abloom
A Scroll Threw Life 