Capriccio 6

Pressure and pressure and pressure
inside. outside. throb throb throb.
...shhhhhhhhhhhvvvvvvvtttttttttttt

–Slam. can i slam? bam bam bam.
slam you. slam her. slam bam slam
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzznnnnnnnnnnnn.

Sinkhole, singhole, knifehole,
headbuzz, earbuzz, fuzzfuzz,
ruzzruzz, duzzduzz, guzzguzz,
buzzbuzz buzzbuzz buzzbuzz
–dddddddddddddddddddddddd...............

No lesson. No answer only truth this time. But now the truth is empty and won't fart no rhyme. If there's nothing to create, then there's nothing to love. Not if. When.

Driving at night

Reflections from the street twist and turn in a garish display.  Piercing headlights lance through my windshield, leaving me in a lightheaded golden daze.