Did we (REALLY JUST) dance with a piano in our hands – CALLED CAREFREE INCREDIBLE
And affably asking – what THE HECK happened… “to Jerry (*******) Jerusalem so soon
as she told him all of the DAMN things and sent” — her rhythmic-by-mistAKE MIND… “back to comfortable strife??”
She talks so (very) ALARMINGLY (OUT)loud (ANYWAY THAT) it outs itself a million times to-ten-too-many and
… sits HERSELF right back-down (AT-A-STIFLING-DAWN) AGAIN
To sound-out that pretty little prestigious pianoKEY + “as grand(iose) (AND meaningful by ‘demonic deSIGN’) as a bag of softening bones ON ITS OWN, ahem, SWAY HOME… .” And we are almost home, actually, and eventually homing-in NOW
On the inner_ability to clutch straws and think_to_thaw…
Our own state of reverberating idiosyncrasies BACK_DOWN!! DOWN TO THE GROUND, WITH ALL OF THE SENSATIONAL SOUNDBITES THAT JUST WILL and might…
Creep back-up-INSIDE and send it to the end
“Of aforesaid OBLIVIOUS equilibrium, please.”
She’s TALKING_AND_walking with a tale between her leftover dregs (again) and (VALIANTLY) trying, trying, trying… to recall the remembering of THE MORNING_TIME
________________COME THE HANGOVER “from hell” and DRENCHED IN DELICATE SLIME (up) INSIDE OF HER
perfectly imperfect mind – and that sweetness of NESTLED cigarette PRESSED ‘detrimentally’ AGAINST… ((ANOTHER BATTLE-bruised BREATH… …))
(AND JUST) like a DRAG OF DAFTLY_BREATHLESS_HAPPyNESS (again…)
So necessary that it has to laugh at its own HIDDEN state of (in)adequacy – “CONsciously incredible AMIDST THEIR HIDDEN AGENDA, please!” and softening in the breeze of HER breathless
BRILLIANCE. And here she goes again
IRREPARABLY hellbent ON MAKING EVERY NEXT (SINGLE) THING exceptionally or_DIN_ary – in a million AND one PERSUASIVE ___– ways. Oh, how they paid
With a roll_of_the_dice called ——– “WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?????????????????????!” (the ****) has is got six_eyes and it still winks
Like an idiosyncra_T!!!!!!!!C anomaly ON_FIRE, and if it REALLY were to make SIN_gular sense (OF ITSELF again) then __________________ “SO SAYS everyBODY else!”
With their overwhelmed minds in an un_CONTROLLABLE BIND – “as (IT LEAVES ITSELF) beautifully_blue AND BRUISED LIKE A BATTLE-BACK BUTTERFLY (on-fire!!) anyway.” SOON AS WHEN THEY TRIED TO CATCH THEMSELVES CRYING – inside of a LEFTOVER limousine called pristine intelligence ON PETROL, plEASE!
God_bless these stressed AND symPATHETIC metaphors, Baby_Features, and meant to mean n_EARLY NOTHING, REALLY!!
They’ve definitely-both-immediately been dragging all of the dreams ACROSS THAT sCiTterScAttEr_CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH of LANDSCAPE CALLED IMMEDIATELY-BOTH-DEFINITELY ines_CAPABLE _________________________ DELIRIUM — and all of it bleeding beneath
her WELTERWEIGHT
wings. FOREVER FORGIVING (the way we ‘wing_it’) = unFORGIVABLY
