It is fun to burn

I have entered the same river for the second time.

The first, remember. All most unable to be played again this play.

His face was the play, his laughter where I laid.


Not a girl who does not speak am I not.

I spoke with New 'Two' a lot. 'No, you are wrong.'

I said.

'I did want it a lot.' Take two, scene one here we go again.


God pressed repeat and Zoe went down the drain.

It is fun, it is fun to burn, ashes, smoke and rain.

Rising rising slowly within : the smoke breathes

the ashes dust the breath and the rain paints

the road I am not going to go down again.

Wonder

the Eyes were flying through the bars yesterday night.

Her Peripheral view was focused on a certain object-ive.

No Object for Eve.

She ejected the rum onto her brain cells rainfaling down her tongue.

"I am too shy to answer that question." __________this non-miss

The thunders started in the background. The tent started moving down. ______down the road

The vibrations on the table woke up louder.

She was looking intensely at the leaves of that tree

and behind it thunders. ____________________to the port of bliss...

The beat blinded her peripheral view for those seconds.

And it was a wonder.

"I have won my dear"

her heart whispered to her brain.


"And we are back back in the game"