Cooling Embers (American Satirist) 2012

The fire that blazes inside us, tugs the slugs, plugs the tear ducts that fear the lust of life. Pipe filled to the hilt from the silt that has caused a black lilt to tilt and plunder in the storm and the thunder. Plunder all my faculties into the niceties of hope. Dope only being the soap which will cleanse the chaotic transitional ways in the mainstays as we all pray. Stay for a day before we pass suddenly away like Holloway in Aruba with many scuba divers to prosper as they falter. Sweating until you are used to never loft her into the twilight in the dark night as the moonlight seeks the shadows to fallow into the next season to reason. Plant the pant as the scant treason, teases and pleases. Appeases the multitude. Feuds no longer stronger. A bong stands stoically and radically as the vapors savor the oxygen wearing thin. THC leaving my body chemically. Piss turning a bright florescent green in the scene. Peeing another fleeing prisoner to never cause a fastener to minister to the sinister plot of the snot flowing, bestowing the causative effect. Prefect the sect of a religious catastrophic dialect. Pecks the specks of a high Myopic topic to become circumspect to dissect the heart torn apart to the point of confetti to pet. Let another stranger to linger in the cauldron to steel the will. Feel nothing but nonsense with no defense. Recompense about the days gone bye as it belies the ties. Pies cooling on the window sill to thrill an old school generation. Penetration in another vagina not kind to a marginal spread as the orgasm spasms into another level. Travels to another hemisphere not queer. Beer a mainstay to the laymen who famines, not feeling the stamens rooting in the ground with no sound. Profound to call a loud yelp for self help. Shhhhhhh! Time to shine, quit fooling around! Because I’m lost...never to find or to be found.