Spells Cast in High Def

It's an intimate evening in death valley tonight. A portrait hangs on the cliff of a man holding his innards with a smile crawlilng across his face in real time. In the distance, a blast of smoke from a backfire exhaust in a spectrum of soot. This is America sometimes, every now and then.

 

In the dessert you'll find desert. Every wish you asked for but never had the approval letter signed by your parents, stuck in red tape till the delay was too much and your optimism too late. Worse for the wear and tear but bridled in a lick of experience by it.

 

What's best? Who will stick out their chest and tell us where to go in a city of unrest? I've been shooting hoops in the park while people die in the streets. A grand vision to revist when I'm older.

 

Benches are spaced out every half mile with a lamp spacing the latter. Where did we find the world's worst in the best of cattle? Clinging to the skirts of Soloman or hanging stockings on the parlor wall.

 

I've ate my fill

I've had my share

But I'm still not old enough

to prove I'm all there

 

In the sea we waited for them. A mass of cancer in the smallest of spaces eating for the sake of multiplication. In the sea we hated their ways. We floated while they sank cos bouancy isn't always the best way to float the boat.

 

The air outside will strict nine your insides. The water will leave you bed ridden. The food rots before it ever hits the fork. Were lambs in this land, Turned to animals by the chains we said might free us but shackles come in all different transparent sizes.

 

Can Jessica pull teeth in the bathroom? Is it okay to wipe away a half-pound of make up and take another hour realizing that beauty isn't skin deep, it's fashion forward. Lord knows that the ugly are stark reminders that boredom can kill.

 

I stuck my tounge out at a bird in flight for the hell of it. He can't assume the gesture is negative and I'm not going to assume he deserved it in the first place. Nature is like that, a wash in all regards.

 

I've climbed a tower

but the top was gone

replaced by the ashes

of spirt rally pom-poms

 

A+ for the effort

double digits for paying attention

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Each verse is a poem, thematically connected by your thought stream about nature and people - the examples are magic! Neat voyage. ~Stella~