Woven spit
Shadows teeth
Silence yells
From waggled tongue
A shout of air
Toxic vomit obscenities
Ignorance of demands
Redden his hot
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Skinned lemons
Dance in the balance
I add the sugar
Cubed grains cupped
White
Dissolved transparency
To lips licked
Sunburned sweat stains
Bouncing whole
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Swallowed wet
Dreams pass through
Empty gazes
By the hour
Hours
Washed memories
Steep in a bitter present
Oceaned blue
2 comments:
better to make the lemonade out of the lemons...smiles...or the best we can out of what we are given....
Just like good lemonade - refreshing and not too sweet! ☺
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