She took our medicine & stitched her eyes right by the immediacy of my mindovermatter – all of these pretty little playthings instru=mentally guided right by – colossal eyes of mine

Welcome inside, sweet Lady Go-diva
All mine and many another peeping-Tom person gently perturbed by your delicate medicine till it all went missing within the mesmerised reaches of our traversing, meandering riverbank souls
Set to gather and grow sickly against the rotting banks of a bursting dam-n up until – the river set sail once more

Adore the movement, the quick speak aside supernatural guidance which forever flows… …
Enveloped indiscretion, sent returntosender neurocentral Like an invisible/invincible spark ricocheting off of the insides of our minds’ lies – ‘white’ by all lighthearted accords

And the piano player begins to bank on black one more time – with fingers which retrospectively illustrate between each hopscotch line

Appears to be, appear to me, she bleeds like a million dozen imaginative millionaires – way up ‘there’ – where her worst is everybody else’s favourite-best nightmare: “I miss you, Mr Writer,” she whispers sweetly, neatly, with her piercingly suggestive knees affably embedded in my favourite-best mindovermatter

About to remind/rewind – persistentlyviolentlies – when blACK BEDS WHITE and perfection became speakable again

Finding her feet with my teeth like a hummingbird put upon flitting fire – pretty little piece by piece we meet at the jaded, sweat-arisen middle and prepare our beatnik bodies to go all over again…

When the pen shrinks and the ink thinks for a time put upon preparatory fire


Version #2 – “The Best Thing To Happen To Her Body Was For Free”

She took our medicine & stitched her eyes right by the immediacy of my mindovermatter – all of these pretty little playthings instru=mentally guided right by – colossal eyes of mine

Welcome inside, sweet Lady Go-diva
All mine and many another peeping-Tom sensation gently perturbed by your delicate medicine till it all went missing within our traversing, meandering riverbank souls
Set to gather and grasp sickly against the rotting banks of a bursting dam-n up until – the river set sail once more

Adore the movement, the quick speak aside supernatural guidance which forever flows… …
Enveloped indiscretion, sent returntosender neurocentral Like an invisible/invincible spark ricocheting off of the insides of our minds’ lies – ‘white’ by all lighthearted accords

And the piano player begins to bank on black one more time – with fingers which retrospectively illustrate between each and every single singing hopscotch line

Appears to be, appears to me, that she bleeds like a million dozen imaginative millionaires – way up ‘there’ – where her worst is everybody else’s favourite-best nightmare: “I miss you, Mr Writer,” she whispers sweetly, neatly, with her piercingly suggestive knees affably embedded in my favourite-best mindovermatter

About to remind/rewind – persistentlyviolentlies – when blACK BEDS WHITE and perfection became speakable again

Finding her feet with my teeth like a hummingbird put upon flitting fire – pretty little piece by piece we meet at the jaded, sweat-arisen middle and prepare our beatnik bodies to go all over again…

When the pen shrinks and the ink thinks for a time put upon preparatory fire

And therein she stands… and the Mississippi echo slows to a silly little microscopically acoustic murmur until We go
With the flow (again – matrimonial pen-ny for her favourite best fights with her favourite worst life of overinvested deluge) – cigarette and fine champagne spattered heavenly awash all over our Barenaked adolescently suppressed bodies

Scintillated til perfectly placed upon the driest of interrupting ice, it piercingly pains me to miss her many a magnificent moment in time shy-eyed and downright naturally vilified… …

We pry
to fall in-love
til the end of impending Days makes nonsensical sense – When nobody except for every body pays with the price of their brain