The promise of the touch of holding warm hands
Sugar Plum Fairy dances
Needful, but fleeting,, caresses at the county fair,
irrepressible rumblings
behind the green shack.
Volcanic feuds erupted,
to sort out sexual property rights.
unquenchable wildfires fanning everywhere
charring to ashes, the sensual landscape.
smoldering,summer body heat
lit bonfires on every street corner.
The love lines on our faces
bearing the scars of blood sport
Ancient victorious
Latin warriors with twinkles
in our eyes.....
tree sap
tapped from our tree's of life.
With never even a notion of running dry....
love drew rippling lines in the sand
lines we boldly dared to cross.
Older now
My fruit has ripened to late Autumn
bruised and falling off the tree
But, the Sun again rises
I try running
victory laps for the glory of the emporor ..
Guards patrolling every citadel
during the annual Crumb Cake Festival,
A joyous gathering it will be. One of rebirth,
and renewal.
with the traditional,,passing out
to all eligible participants fresh crumbs
to the new crop of breeders
five dollars to participate.
Three dollars for spectators
peeking through blood stained curtains.,
Translators on site, for children under 12.
To witness this year's contestants scurry
to be tossed cake crumbs onto bark dust,
disbursed by honor guard
through ceremonial barbed wire fence
the Patron Saint of Bark Dust Slivers,
will preside
and elders of the Holy ill begotten. .,,
will be officiating.
No one is forgotten
on this day of remembrance.
Let's bow our heads
and thank our sponsors
while they
victoriously blast mind numbing business pornography
over the loud speakers
testing the limits of our endurance
traumatizing the ears of our pets
and startling small children.
Let us stand in reverence
and salute
the God of all creation
And pray to ward off
The Grand Duke and Duchess Of Decay
and disorder.
Hooray
and a thunderous three cheers
for the crumb cake heroes
of yester-year.
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