stroke,
moaning softness
and the quiet delusional
laugh in the brain.

power, more power,
feed me, in pieces,
give me something to
chew.

raisins, dead
with juicy wishes
of a star
filled with only magic
rather than gases,
burning, burning,
the fire in my core
and its ice,
hot, sticky, slick
that's bubbling

scrEAAMMMMM
and its still there,
little pearls of hope,
something false
rising in his eyes.

liar, liar,
pants on fire
(where else would a flame start)
with little girl shoes?
ruby red slippers
size four and a half,
overworn with joy,
childhood dreams
to go OVER
the rainbow,
bricks are yellow.

arched back,
raised legs….
ballerina never
swearing in the wind,
who wants some love?
strawberries were sweet,
but not their nothing but
sweaty.

painless,
the stars were made
for you…..
to swallow.