pfoj

a murky wet trace glistening in the hazy noontime sun dipping and weaving its way down the parched terrain with one fell swoop, its existence tangled in a thread of plaid martha, a cracked voice calls out to admonish the knowing creak gave up her only response silent understanding perfectly and flaw-ridden aged nubile in stark contrast to fields that engulf them

i need a lift somewhere out of here i don't really care i want to forget someone out of my mind i won't deny i long to breathe somehow out of place i can't escape you bring me joy sometimes in your life i fill the gaps you give me hope something in your smile i do adore you keep me here someday you will find i have to ask i need a lift

-that four letter word- that four letter word mispelled and misunderstood sadly mistaken clumsily pronounced fudge: buttered milk with sugar flavour of nonsense defined tendency to fake, dodge and falsify beyond proper means a name to hide in made up and fabricated shadow to my soul my work, my passion indecisively devised meanings elude you the clash of two worlds mangled through eternity silent 'p' waiting -pfoj 04.25.02

con fusion loud blares rocking engulfing my senses direction and motion the swoon of the masses we pull, we gather tapping our fingers and toes, the beat our hearts, the blood flow our fists, with pumps the fine skin on ankles my vision, they blur they run out of focus of breath/of room of bounds in this full court of mine in session, infectious this decision is final, mistrial, mistaken for a liar a convict, a contrast to a nun in a convent this prison - choir sings lifts up the shackles in rapture, my soul, my cell, my senses as the loud sirens blare, i plan my escape, my days my life on the rocks

i can't contain myself anymore obsessed with my new found impurity stripped raw from lashed out words receptacle of what i used to be throat scorched by hot air rising smoldered circuits etching veins pounding fingers on bloodied plastic delivering blows every verse of pain stumbled phrases collected daily this rude baptism made infants wail divine inspiration hard to come by heroic sandals to fit... i fail