hop part 1

I suppose I've got enough

love and prose and stuff

alive in my

toes

my thighs

it grows

it slides

closed

like dozing eyes

it dreams inside

where blood and meat collide

with thought

thrives veins hot

the live wires of electrical biology

contrives fruitful follies, reader

non-believer

meager

nose breather

smell the rose

feel the cleaver

that dove

in your fever

of fear

hot faces froze

m' dear

here here

beer

guzzle

drink the

puzzle I clink

in place

of taste

laced 

haste

rhyme in time and space

cased in teal

swirl

world

whirl-wind of

blue, green, love

true, scene, serene

deemed

doomed

flue the fire

due to dire liars

HEEL!

Hell

he'll

heal

REPEL

FEEL!

repeal

fields and fields

of vines

steeled

in veneer

yield

full stop

mountian slop

avalanche

frontiers atop

the pine branch

clear of tropical

pickled little

fu**ing petrol

trickle

let go!

soul

Let go!

the exhaust pipe's ripe

it costs right about a buck

of good ol'  american luck

Like 'W'

to... ummmhmm, trouble you?

you know what?

time's up,

say what?

ut tut tut!

time's up

The End

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