Oregonleatherboy Wearing Black Leather Biker Jacket Smoking
The Smoke Hits Your Face
A lecherous unyielding presence surrounded by frozen blue shallow waters.
Since when is shallow good? For starters when we are a virgin to swimming. After breaking an arm, or both, and had a leg removed to save the other leg which died anyhow.
Nope, a leg doesn't have a heart or does it fart but the asshole it's attached to sure does. There it was again that nagging fucking ego and yes he almost gets the point .
Before slipping down
that deep slant
of slick sudden
steep lured
or inattentive no matter blame
Drowning is final
as our feet slip
down the vinyl
a panic sets in
flailing for a grip
it is sink or swim.
the chill in smoke
as it pronounced itself
dead center
of the eyes
with a purr.
Not a house cat
with its
fiercest relax
being that of a
cheap vibrator
it jacked out jet blast
jacuzzi streams
like a jaguar
purring in dreams.
25 hertz of vibrations just as a cat purring that did not stop as the smoke cleared its face. A cat can either purr or roar, but not both.
Prying itself from the haze which settling had turned into a clear cement for moving had become a null feature. Neurons fired and synapses jumped and cleared for landing.......but the glance wouldn't break.
To make matters worse, thoughts loomed around in mazes of bewilderment always resurfacing at the iris's shallow shores in hands of ego.
All the while memories come rushing to the surface with a rage that is unstoppable. Yuck
Brainjacking
