Ha ha. Charade in a graveyard mall People Crowds of people Virus murdering Mercury jab. Oh, you are so near. I want to know you better. I want to plumb and close your depths, Feel your latitude, Touch you because now I can inhabit your skin Let us trade lies and proximity All that we love, all we disdain: Giant gumdrop drinking fountains Handfuls of rock candy mountains Sustenance from our very marrows Juice of our juice in a vial Disease vector have-a-nice-day jab beyond this lonely desert stretch people flower, rows and columns burbling human bouillabaisse surface still, sound incandescent Desire. Delight. soul-dragged, decadent, and oh so jabbed. Your useless lips too cracked to open words too mean to say words mean too much to say words feed empty air you are so hungry, so lonely, but here you are Jabbed. Oh my! Did I jab a skewed pattern in lipstick There on your forehead counter— Sixteen skewered by a wisp of smoke? Stiffen up. Yes you believe in my make believe. Love and
This is the place where I share my stories, experiences, discoveries, and joyful pleasures with you as I make my rambling course to enlightenment. I have many interests, including books, music, movies, board games, science, technology, roller coasters, football (the round ball one) especially Flamengo and BRASIL, basketball (#HeatNATION), and more. I also try to stay current about things going on in the world.