Full Bloom

Blunt force daydreams on top of spaghetti the tunes drifts as high as praise.

Fluttering eye lids focus on the bitterness of days.

Calm before calm there is never an allowable storm front.

All inclusive, all in touch, silent froth that drifts from out of focus losing carbonation.

Skin these knees for the sake of having an example.

Triumphant is the call volume as none of us are friends.

Dial tones left humming in the data that is beautifully the losing trend.

Collective, hybrid, scenery folded against the stage in spirals, and pristine edge.

Timing simmering forward falling up and over in the end.

Curtain calls for the days where the chest cavities molten, and collapse into full synchronous tunes.

Collapsing at fist point, the day where the drink carries our bodies out to sea into the deep blue.

Cards fold.

Money swoons.