Reliving a moment
The dialogue sputters forth
Like a dying outboard motor
Hacking and wheezing
Breathing afresh an industrial sunrise
The provocation of the hungry
Has lost its excitement
Love cries for a new vessel
The cracks espouse the fragrance
Letting it swirl into a soupy union
With motor oil in the gutter
Gifts have come down
As the elixir of life bubbles forth
Wisdom cries in the streets
“Make me your home!”
As locked eyes share silence
Clichés become parasitic
Latching onto the flowers we deliver
Turning the roses black
And the lilies gray
As fervor burns within immature thoughts
The heart does backflips
Occasionally hitting walls
She calls forth come and drink
Straws are provided
The sails of our ships
Weren’t meant to be drapes
As pretty as the lavender is
They yearn for a commanding white
Love and emotion cry forth
Like a three year old in a candy store
Scolding fails and leashes
Appear barbaric
Yet we groan and wisdom cries out
Fire needs to be contained
Our forests dry out
And Smokey is just too adorable
To be taken seriously
But mind you
Gold cannot be refined on its own
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