Vulture Couture

a top tier offering from the english language

which is an inbred bastard language

born of stolen incompatible ideas

from brother and sister languages

might catch some restful sleep

which aint really my style

maybe stay present tomorrow

do a bit of upkeep

using energy i dont have to borrow

get an early start and visit the grove

with the hidden lilies

where the fairies smoke

fill my hands with water from the memorial pump

have a sip and a splash

and a sit on a stump

deep breath deep breaths

and a knowing exhale

life can be less difficult

always

pathetically

shamelessly open

a hound of sorts

tracking chaos for sport

adapting my humors

adjusting my course

shaped by ideas

and not the ideal

pragmatic and happy

til all was revealed

still

i marched forward

on a delicate leash

until all at once

the hound was released

now ideas arent good enough

and little puppy says ruff ruff ruff

but

onward we trudged

repeat repeat

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i asked one thing

dont cross this line

then i forgave it

a thousand times

with your tag on my collar

i made myself smaller

i kept up the pace

but it was decided without me

that it was a race

...and the leash was now staked in the ground

bein ya babe was the only thing around

upon reading the news

in my soberest state

i got them outsider blues

and you cursed my name

under your breath

and in my face

so

i just focused on your monolog

well... cuz

little rat hearts

desperate

pumping adrenaline

attempting to revive remaining flesh

i feel the claws searching for purchase

for escape

i swallow them down forcefully

and keep them for myself

as

im the one who uses them

intimate secretaries raise their hands

and swallow the keys

amid the smoke

the secrets of the linear timeline

cause and effect

lost forever to the fires

that once defended the castle

and now

facilitate the siege

walking

past a yard sale

with some sweet mid century mod chairs

the espers of deco

spat across them

by way of a shiny

lime green

coarse grain fabric

cross the backrest

and

beneath your bitty butt

i

i thought of you

and your straightish lines

the evolution of your kiss

of our mixture

and the resulting tea

Frida is back after a long hiatus.

Can it heal, is it real

Can it feel the threads of time?