house beautiful was it a dream or a memory she said she’d never leave a grand dame in need of a palace you were to her everyone who went by couldn’t help but stop and take in your beauty she cared for you more than the kids you
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
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
her eyes her eyes stared at me blinding my sight the intensity the concentration drew me in no verbal discourse needed her eyes alluded to her intentions slightly mysterious captivating me cerebrally wanting more oh………for the fantasies that formed to place a kiss upon
live wires beware a current an electric thought transmitted through miles of twisted wires it’s meaning didn’t bend though the endless web did a communicative feat a message in the raw with no additional entanglements to confuse the purity of the meaning straight & forward
1030 better than a park bench it was a home away from home a place a rest stop between roams slightly stable even though the floors creaked and the walls seeped in tales that no one knew and the new would be trash talk when there was nothing
