Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

BILLOWS buffet 'gainst the wall

The water roils below the fall

BELLOWS blow & stoke the flames

That burn R faces, scorch R names:

FELLOWS lost, as I suppose

2 time and friends. They decompose

FOLLOWS logic 2 its end

But on its math I can't depend

FURROWS cross my brow and field;

The plow drags on until I yield

BURROWS fall as I expose

The former shelter no one knows

BARROWS cart my fears away

My mind is cleared with no delay

MARROWS from within my limbs

Do liquefy 2 sounds of hymns

SPARROWS cry: Beware the fox!

I cannot flee from out the stocks

SINNERS wail in stark chagrin

They've let the wanton hater in

WINNERS' trophies gather dust;

They strive & bite in beastly lust

DINNERS for the famished mind

That hungers so, it can't be kind

DONORS give in frenzied bursts

For looks, but they won't risk their shirts

MOANERS' sounds, in pain or longing

Come from the wronged, or come from wronging

MANNERS look good, but they hide

The bloody vitals hid inside

MANORS of the grand conceal

Abusers. Dark dreams now are real.


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