spit bliss out

i do not have eyes for television

box square unplugged

cable for the rats to gnaw on,

ignorant pictures

in plastic frames support the wall,

as i can only writhe

on nylon chair

that scratches skin

through my shorts,

no virtue to extol

soon a knock

on screen door

impatient and angry

the men to make me homeless,

bacon’s under the grill

beer popped froth

a conscious memory,

i once was in circulation

at the local advertiser

till it closed

shuttered and blank,

no offices or booth’s

soon in it’s dereliction

to fall under the weight of pigeons,

i belch and move

feet sore nails cut too short,

glass that is uncleaned reflects

and i see myself

scratch the flesh of receding stomach

cupboards have been bare,

why did she go

i had eyes for her

maybe my reflection was a true response,

she was vivacious and sensual

tasted of tequila and almonds,

i had become arrogant and dull,

now with soul tempered

by need not want

i was better on my own

dverselogo

 

Brian liked the words i put on twitter for the challenge so i went for it and this is the result

noun: belch, circulation  verb: grill, extoll , writhe  adj : vivacious, homeless random: gnaw , sensual