Museick

Rambling brambles popping and snapping in tired repose

Beautifully molded mud dripping from its precipice

Putrid smelling mud filling the air with the aroma of a beautifully guided sonata

Being so foul and so serene, feeling hideous and beautiful in one moment is reminiscent. 

Heart

Riding electrical waves in time with dropping dimes

Click clacking, drip dropping , trip dropping

Felt exhaustion of an iced turtle breathing down my throat

Fading plans, never finishing, ending endless rushing electrical waves.

The beating is slowing, fading, somewhat  less painful, only beating rain.

Melons

Mindlessly meandering marbled melons

                                          Moving malevolently over more…

                 Waiting, 

                               wallowing in whimper passing whims.              

                                                                    Melting in moldy mumbling melons...

Warm mushy melons...

                  Dissatisfied, 

                                       disgust, 

                                                    disfigured bathing melons

Timely satisfaction, 

                                waxing moons, 

                                                          eager melons, 

                                                                                 sweet warm mouth, 

                                                               ending ritual.   

Tweak

Fornicating rampant rabbits, 

burrowing in crotch.

Multiplying masses of meager madness sharing itch.

Raw regal colors illuminating limply laid log.

Bag of skin

Silenting laying across a bed of cards,
listening to the thoughts of a flammable bag of skin.
 
Wondering when this bag of skin will step too close to the flame,
the flame of insanity.... or is it dementia? 
Is there a difference?
 
Bobbling back and forth through an unsteady ocean of coherency.
Will this bag never burn?
I wish this bag would burn, burn until there is nothing left.  Only then may something useful become of this bag.  For the ashes could be turned to mud and mud is surely more useful.
 
Perhaps being hopeful the ashes turn into a brilliant bird of worth would be nice, although there seems to be nothing brilliant or hopeful in this bag of skin.
 
What a noisy bag of skin, can it even hear itself? Does it have ears? Does it enjoy the grating crap it fills the air with? Maybe I could finally feel warmth if I lit this bag of skin myself!?

ORANGE

Oh how I wish I had a different word.

Relishing in the moment of seeing a spotted bird

Always thinking of the world outside

Neurotically ticking like a mentally ill child

Grinding my teeth till it is so hard to breath

Everything is gone, I’m dead, deceased

Ignorance

                  Saintly sitting saturn moon in mind's eye view,

                                   scrumptiously pale linen and earth rotted varying wheel,

             thinly erect,
                                   stolen face from stars known,

   false hair hiding self,
                                               impure,

                               mysteriously lost on fluffy black, grey, white pillows.
 
     Dripping down through these pillows falling only to become lost in these pillows once more.

                                             Sweetly retrospective dream with issued denial of masculine form,

                             lacking presence and always wanting but not knowing.

Nonsensical

Satin lining, Silver Panties, Angry Swordsman, Fluid Madmen.  

Alpine for lost love, chopping down the pining trees.  

Biting my neck, chewing your blood.

Eating your beauty with a wood carved spoon.

Falling seas, dripping skies, humid deserts, frozen clocks

The birds cannot fly but the fish do just fine.

Breath is limited by the imagination

Breath should be taught

Breath is stifled

Suffocated by a lying ass and beaten by a stiff trunk.

Shuffling cards never seems to work

Burning cardboard and eating the ash would be the perfect fit.

Although its fleeting and time is lost at least eating you will suffice.