Of Rocky Roads and Lavender Fields
Void Like the century events mismatch my fickle memory No points will be found if people gawk gawk gawk spewing words with no sauce I curl my fingers to my ears and bend the temple to my knees. I sing a mute lullaby with strong chords soft inverts half notes and gentle prayers. Why are bricks so brittle when left alone to their elements? I face a tapestry made of my own cinder blocks and sand squares made from headless torsos. I cast a long needle-thin thread afar to fish for unheard compliments with rough edges to sharpen my claws. I need to fish silently, discreet, for God forbid He hears the gospel oozing out of my trustworthy confidants. Damn. I think I need another one of those mood-boosting, booty-busting rides across the Atlantic sunset. It looks like I took the wrong ticket. The circus ran out of clowns when it sold out of frozen strawberry soft serve. I fell into a frenzy of vanilla swirls that made my mouth pucker. Rocky road is a tasty treat But lavender fiel