with watered-down boo’s
I tended the turnout…
determined it would
grow lush.
prompt: lush
Stock the freezer
with jets
and
Valium
–so if you need a
chill pill,
you’re set.
React.
If someone kicks you—
kick back.
It helps to stay busy, too
~oddly enough~
so tidy that
(closet)
chaos
toss out those Odor-Eaters!
. . . .
Align your shoes in rows.
she was the
Sin
and he was the
Man
–in a sky full of Stares
That-Burn
rings
on the ropes
stringing puppet theater
that control
Her-Fury
a Mood-O!
like he never knew
–her, either—
eyes as
Mean-as
his, and
faraway….
intent on
Hep-tunes
full of Stars
–the place they shine
and twinkle
in the mist…
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/mystical/
if you’re truckin’
are you van’ish?
I dunno
–I’m no mechanic.
one has bed,
the other leaves–
could a gardener
settle these?
open gate
or close the doors
hire guard
–all aboard!
I was on a Nero pathway
well, not quite that dark…
or bright depending on proximity to Italian BBQ,
still.
diverted from route,
I tried to find
a neuro pathway
–that lies–
between naps
and was tolerable.
After traversing all these roads, though,
I found them all
too traveled
too beaten,
or too rote,
and after tearing up the tarmac
–in my mind
I carved another way.
Footpath
at first,
Gravel Road
next,
there was no option for
Bored Walk,
and no loss, that.
The next step is slurry
which can’t be hurried,
since the workers are sporadic
–city workers, you know,
(4 standing around
“supervising”
and 1 doing the actual work)
I’ll finish it eventually,
–my roundabout way–
since I am tired
of exiting
in Roam.
I wanted to tour
(the continent)
but lacked
Permuted shorts &
Instagram accountability
–surfeit of
sun screen
requiring extra
luggage.