majestic adjectives of contrary harmonies, adverbs in adversity that modify our satisfactions, gut punch our eyes, scramble the taste buds, now inoperable, incapacitated to distinguish what is disturbed - what is sweet - what is impossible. my days ending is nearer to my god than thee, the crumblings of what I’ve got left
stale panko crumbs, here come they in 1000 radium-tipped projectiles of serious humorous self-destruction, gifted to you! my few itinerant followers peddlers brave enough to offer shelter, to follow me into the deeps of radioactive incomprehension, of no particular disorders a thousand times
bless you richly, eachly, name announced, pronounced, we are all proper nouns.
Words swathe me in calm, Sentences, paragraphs that soothe.
Viridian verbs burst through the grey, Taunting me into action- Seducing me into a delicious dance- Gypsy girl, swing your sentences my way!
Turquoise adjectives wrap around my wounds, Embracing my flaws and perfections. Rough olive skin; somber caesious eyes- Gypsy girl, with amaranthine scars.
I drape myself over sienna nouns, Steadfast, supporting me proper, improper, always. Paper, songs, tree, sky, love, Jami Lee- Gypsy girl, use your words correctly!
Each turn of a page lures me deeper- Each spoken rhyme embraces me close-
Jami Lee, sweet little girl, get your head out of the clouds, And your nose out of a book!