Words no longer spill onto the page like a coffee splatter. Granules, like mountains, obstruct streams of consciousness. Ambushed by anxiety, drowning in a sugar sea, A china boat washed ashore. Caffeine demands restoration.
Like a rapidly melting ice lolly,
In the burning heat of that one day of summer we had all season;
Strong winds unsettle clouds, Choreographing rain with primitive frustration. Lusting over cobwebs, glazed with dew. Waterfalls clumsily cascade over, once royally cloaked, leaves Tracing droplets over bark in a torrential stream. Quarrelsome tears leave salty shadows, A scar, Corroded into the Earth.
To the man (of significantly below average height),
I saw in Iceland this morning,
Purchasing a pack of four cheap beers,
And some ready cooked chicken:
How sad it is that society surges,
When new media emerges…
With a quicksand heart,
Her struggle forced defeat upon he