An invisible flame ‘cept for the creeping heat which suited his stop/start heart again

Makes big cornered-in, concrete concentration count – for these perfectly paralysed eyes to fully comprehend and focus and entirely equal

The sum of their eager-faced potentials

There are workers then there have to have been wrought iron worshippers worth their worked weight in golden penmanship – ship to sea set sail to say – “farewell” – upon a thousand crashing oceans pitted dutifully against constantly rigorous creation…
About to lend the paragraphs to a thousand dead people…

The times they’ve been a truculent, transitional thing indeed, plain-insane tumultuous and purposefully reinvigorated all with poised purpose

When a swaggering, dancing, docile, smiling harpoon of hindsight-hilarity jadedly multiplies itself by a million-and-one over-the-moon multiplications and masterfully nullifies

All of his saturating starlight heartache…

… And these meaningfully meandering metaphors do be tending marvellously toward unanimously mattering the most when least anticipated, and, yet, somehow, Christ knew fuckin* how, he will fail to fall and resolutely reckon wholeheartedly upon these nasty little over-invested comparisons ruling the roost

For the sake of his shape-shift in naturally inclined ability… You will see it, read it – goddamn damnright analyse it to the core

Brazenly-finally – as damnright calming for the goddamn watershed brain as a million-and-one welcomed-in thunderstricken instances set to breathe all by their very own manner of spreading their shedding wings…

Of utterly imperfect, impactfully deranged destruction/construction… go. again. pl-ease.

And make it a necessity

Over the motherfuckin* rainbow and far, far away, she blows her sweet, about-to-be nocturnally peppered breath set sail

To savour/saviour the yearn of the homegrown taste
All awhile, his submarine lips shall start at trembling all over again and suitably pressed jovially against her champagne body of bare-naked intelligence –

Pen•to•seed to fend for itself… …
Her body had to have been bleeding from the strain, begging for the same

 

Version #2 – “Apply Water, Pl-ease” / ‘Handle With Caution’

An invisible flame ‘cept for the creeping heat which suited his stop/start heart again

Makes big cornered-in, concrete concentration immeasurably count – for these perfectly paralysed eyes to fully comprehend and to full stop focus and entirely equal…

The sum of their each and every single eager-faced potentials

There are workers then there have to have been wrought-iron worshippers worth their worked weight in golden penmanship – ship to sea set sail to say – “farewell” – upon a thousand crashing oceans pitted dutifully against this constantly rigorous creation…
About to lend the sweltering paragraphs to a thousand dead-end people with brains for procedural playthings…

The times they’ve indeed been a truculent, transitional thing, plain-insane tumultuous and purposefully reinvigorated and all via sweetly serendipitous aside poised purpose

When a swaggering, dancing, docile, smiling harpoon of hindsight-hilarity exhaustively multiplies itself by a million-and-one over-the-moon multiplications and masterfully manages to nullify…

All of his saturating starlight heartache…

… and these meaningfully meandering metaphors do be tending marvellously toward unanimously mattering the most when least anticipated, and, yet, somehow, only Christ knew fuckin* how, he will fail to fall and resolutely reckon wholeheartedly upon these nasty little over-invested comparisons ruling the roost

For the sake of his shape-shift in naturally inclined ability… You will see it, read it – goddamn damnright analyse it to the truthful, fruit-filled core

Brazenly-finally – as damnright calming for the goddamn watershed brain as a million-and-one welcomed-in thunderstricken instances set to breathe all by their very own manner of spreading their shedding wings…

Of utterly imperfect, impactfully deranged destruction/construction… go. again. pl-ease.

And make it a living-breathing born-again necessity

Over the motherfuckin* rainbow and far, far away, she blows her sweet, about-to-be nocturnally peppered breath set sail…

To savour/saviour the yearn of the homegrown taste
All awhile, his submerged lips shall start at trembling all over again and suitably pressed jovially, fair promiscuously against

Her champagne body of bare-naked intelligence
Pen•to•seed to fend for itself… …
Her body had to have been bleeding from the strain, begging for the same