clock’s a ticking toward summer was it a lust for living or lustful living that drove the desire the want for a man or a woman bent on breaking boredom with lips painted red and hips swaying she will knock’um dead on arrival she reminded me of someone
the blanket it wasn’t a dusting a blanket fell covering as far as 1 could see nature stood still quietly content to take a day off birds whispered squirrels stayed
wintery mix a wintery mix rain snow yuk……… slush navigating nearly impossible the weight of the weather feeling like glue what a mess trying to trek ahead seeming to be on a
entanglement the idea couldn’t flow it was entangled in a web of axons brilliant but it was stuck the synapses refused to communicate frustration led to mental malaise it is there it is there on the tip of my tongue
day after day their lives didn’t meld didn’t jell they crashed like the waves to the shore sometimes in a peaceful bliss more often as in a raging storm the differences divided them their passions united them it wasn’t a gale they had to weather
