Who's game? Eye-dart
Riled for some goodnatured blood-letting
Unexplained hunger . . . . raw chicken
Recreational Violence.
Muscle spasms shaken free
Replace by shared bruises
beautiful rich purple tone
a c l e a n s i n g s c r e a m
Maybe two, for good luck.
A whipping lashing crashing burning
u n w i n d . . .
Settle under a tree
,shade flickering, cool breeze, dwindled sparks
And the unjust world fades to black . . . .
til morrow's morning.
Reason for writing:
Pent up in the house on my day off of work, listening to loud music, wanting to explode and relax like a firecracker.
Birth sign: Not entered
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