Does a jest...
Exist in all things?
Apparently God, has never to seek a lesson
At what exception is, of worthier sittings

A city of liberty
Taken to mercy, for a judgment
Of a noble wish, a confirmation to serious
Futures in low, if not love with life's reasons

Rage with me...
Sour notice oft a tender misery
With which; we have sight's anarchy
Run for the worldly stone, of promise in history...

Eyes that did...
Eat a nosey dream, for speed
Chasing the shadowy mouth, of privilege in biding
The time of a God, that does refute a tear's heed...

Need of a colossal seem
To these we awaken the real, with problem's
That saved now, with normalcy to deem
The world of an angel to make him, their whim

He was lost in the spirited flow of a river,
Later  found himself in this lady's boudoir,
The circumstances to onlookers are little unclar,
But suffice to tell, in water things were quite  fluid,
The boudoir was hectic, he was more or less stuck.

Don't think he had any serious complaint about it,
Only hoped, this strange fact  be better explained.
Her kind of explanation was rather queer, he felt!

"There is nothing to be astonished, my dear
I'm an ace swimmer, and was present there
At the time of the incident, nothing more"
She mysteriously smiled, adding a dainty twist.

Well, a rescue mission, as we know is higly humanitarian,
There are more than what meets the eyes, in this situation.
He was of two minds, to remain there and to break loose,
Life in her boudoir, he feared would make him a libertine!

We are absinthe-soaked days.

We are mountain dew-drenched *******
And grass-stained t-shirts.

We pull spindly, spidery veins from the palms of our hands.
We let the cuts of the world kiss our lemon juice lips.

We flip off the moon
And say ******* to the skies.

We devour mermaids by night.