plap. plap.
infusion skulks.
fled freedom blinds,
a culprit flash, confusion
from camera angle
grated, gone.
geometric shapes calmed,
although ingrained with
every blink, lazily
the clot liquefies,
its rot mixes fatal concoction-
gin and vermouth, without an olive,
without a glass, suspended
above wave of intellect.
the discharge
intuitively spills thicker,
more imaginable, with ketchup,
plap, plap ...
as opacity fleshes
an onyx, polyurethane tube,
used for inspection
and yes, it imperceptibly leaks,
plap, plap ...
Even when they say,
"Everything is ok."
Author notes
bleh.
Comments
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Oh My Word~
Wowzers Sweet One You sure know how to pen emotion and what a piece written~ I need to pick Your brain more often for the words You weave are Powerful but also unique in itself~ I wish You many smiles
today my Friend! You deserve to be Happy Precious Spirit~
Thank You for sharing Your Heart and Voice
Best wishes always Sweet Soul
Many Blessings too 
with much love and light~ Desire~*~
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