light streams
followed him
endlessly
through
greasy
window streaks
of diner-
layered nicotine
an ambiance
a sort of
godly
crazy
it even puzzled him
considering his
mitigating
circumstances
#vss365
"I'm absolute crap at casinos. Poker, roulette, craps, slots: Zero skill, zero luck, so I quit trying. The only time I #gamble now is when I order food over the phone."
#vss365
came to me
fast as my
sleeping sneeze
jolting static
a lightning strike
my AWakEN!
then my befuddled
still-numb mind’s
running thunderously
just trying to catching up
wondering what it was
i may have missed
witnessing
#mine#vss365
for all of us
habit-stuck as
always late comers
our movie starts with credits
yet we'll never ever see
again just fidgeting
in our waiting lines
and finding empty seats
those elusive hidden
cubby holes
hiding and seeking
teasing us
lurking somewhere
in the dark
with people saying shhhhhhhhhhh
@FoxProse
#foxprose
our movie
starts with credits
but
dear boys and girls
spoiler alert
it ends with even more
that you'll dismiss
most everytime
whilst looking
for the door
and start
your fishing pockets
looking for your keys
#FoxProse@foxprose
her gamble
walking past
his self-assigned
throne of sitting step
to the droning sound
of coughing puffs
and the empty sullen
staring sunken eyes
a costly encounter
as if paying off
his imaginary toll
to ascend above his
wallowing
#vss365
a majestic
fully
furry-maned LION
so deep-throated
and a moody
cast-over
cloudy sky of
empress Serengeti
forming thunderstorms
both of them
roaring
over their
dominions
yeah
like that
imagery of
sweeping
epic power
predatory
stealing breaths
choking off
my Scarlett
throat
in a dizzying
surreal
surrender
#vss365
clinging toes
to fraying ropes
making tight and tauter
those knitted high wires
a bit of tossing die
my ply of deepsea gambling
in windy wobbling pitch
and yawing see-sawing
zero to ten footed altitudes
#vss365
all the seas
they be
connected by transitions
of just three dimensions
the see-saw
high v low
depths of tides
and ranging purity
from brackish water
to a more filled of fully salty
and from roaring currents
tossing and turning ships
to the calming mirrored
flattened sheets of glass
all of it is cyclical
passing past
in each varied state
of but only temporary
#FoxProse
@FoxProse
ahhhh to be
stripped of all your atmosphere
losing all those bluish hues
dotted with fluffy cloudy puffs
of strolling cotton-white's
in-between and set off interstitially
Mars now strewn with smaller palettes
left with iron fields of only rusty reds
and frosted lines of grey instead
the wind had left the city
and so suddenly it was
but i held on so tightly
those tempted contents
those roaming star-molecules
seek freedom from my lungs
returning back to higher orbits
but o with that air around me
rushing past
faster and faster
with it's appalling
more stubborn tugging
clawing off the baby green
tots of clinging leaves
and those mother-boughs
made of it their screaming
#FromOneLine
jagged edge
decadence
of social entropy
an intact few bits
turning into their
shattered and
smashed multiplied
into many
an ever-ancient genre
a weary eyeworn
a tossed-stone
broken painted canvas
a sieve of still life
howling from our inside core
more primitive
#vss365
the wind had left the city
stolen by all the idle boats
lifting up their lazy anchors
hoisting up their puffy sails
the pulled taut ropes of hearty men
with moaning throaty tongues
heard afar and once again
as only lonely men bellowing
Heave ho! with Godspeed to us
Heave ho!
#FromOneLine
the wind had left the city
all of it quickly pilfered
wholy stolen from our windows
even our frightened gasps
known as the last bits of it
were taken away
fasted to another planet
where our earthly moans
still in there were folded
into their alien world's suddenly
stormy grey of howling winds
reminding them of sins
#FromOneLine
in those
primitive
oft painted
cave walls
hang festooned
bits of minerals
yellowish embellishments
from that single palette
carefully chartered courses
of a finger painted ocre
mimicking the shadow's tone
hence that art at its early birth
started on a stony canvas of basalt
#vss365