Stage

a lie, find a cover up a distraction, see a pain complacency, simply air with wind rushing past. a friendly gesture, a want

peel the surface, find the core hide a rotten stinky toe! cover a skin with more fine satin, a mirror reflects only near perfection.

taint the fruit, sweet apple full of sugar with honey bees coming in to taste nectar dripping from a used up doll wanting to be the center of attention once again. play with me, she nodded, with fangs long like a shadow looming when light hits beneath

crunch time, take the bait when the river will soon run dry and the pebbles rattling inside begin as a dull ache - swallow with lots of water,

they kissed like lovers beneath a moon gone orange - bursting to tell of illicit activities of two accomplices

at dawn first peering beneath a shed, bulbous head with tongue tasting air. a rustle in the leaves, then a hiss for writhing body

when ambiguity is red petals, not the blood orange fruit swollen with pus. when a slip on hard concrete simply happened with eyes not taken off - that distraction.

I twisted, turned, scrapped my knee on icy glass; to be like everyone else to fit in, to become the same drumbeat as the horses stomping on sandy ground eager to taste freedom, eager to become one and the same sound roaring through

some say it is the accumulation - of bits of knowledge, like copper, turns gold - or sand grainy in one fleshy lump and teeth cracks. unforeseen consequences of too much pleasure. some say the coat represents the identity, judge a book by it's cover. they rush

burnt caramel with creamy chocolate on the inside, with liquid chestnut tuckered still deeper within drizzling cherries ripe flowing like rivulets while the sugared crust hardens then cracks. like the mouth chomping away, a hideous grin, a gleam then a glaze as fresh life