An angry ripple Expression from an internal volcano Erupting onto an all too human canvas, full of curvature, sinew and blood. A beautiful face. Beautiful faces Morphing in my dreams.
There was an ease to their wrongness, which could have been spelt, 'YES', im corporation capitals. A piece of cheese could have slid between them under the grill; bonded them forever
Breakers and drills Shattering, whirring Flicking dirt and dust Feeling fit to bust Fraying tempers and trust When the bit is broken, or lost Or thrown out.
How easy it is to forget The apple, mostly eaten Martyred to the garbage Had seeds, sealed in By a thin carbon casing Encapsulated potential Procurement essential Take that core
Sure, certain, progressive Like the worm. Underground Until the sound of drumming rain Brings her to surface Otherwise. Carefully digesting that In her wake Leaving a cast as a namesake