I’ll Come Down When You Release Me
February 17, 2013
Ohhhh! You jingle jangled vexation!
So shaken, and oh, so stirred;
Like the twisted teeth of a beast, finely smoothened to a round, creamed nub,
Nibbled and disturbed.
Untilted tie and just finely combed stands of brazened, babbling hair;
Collected and composed by slowly moving fingers, hypersensitive and aware.
The heart of a seeker skying across a row of wilted men and tawdry woman.
Vehement with drooling hunger in search of delicious, dapperly virtuous words.
Doomed to levitation till the ground beautifies its attitude, displaying lament.
Forget about maybe, sorta’, possibly, next time, try again, next give me now!
Interweave yourself within the tidings of my ticking soul anyway somehow.
Abate my angst,
Resurrect my serenity,
Give my feet a reason to kiss the ground.
Ubiquitous clay rise to meet me.
Sincerely and Truly,