#w-inking

[surfersofbole]

It’s fitting for its flavor

The flesh, so smooth and sleek, impressed upon my lips. The breath I take is short. I want what I must seek when sinking in the tips. My teeth shall not abort

for I can taste syrup. To try something depraved and lose all innocence is choosing to stir up my mind. And now I crave that something grave, I sense.

I know why Adam ate the great, forbidden fruit: the crisp and golden apple. I know he couldn’t wait. Heart rates that stead-fast loop. A tree that’s golden dappled.

[surfersofbole]

Give Candy, Give Thanks, Give Presents, Give Blood

It’s a measure of matters to come and brings pleasures of life and of love, when you pour out your veins into a small plastic bag.

How it’s treasured. It matters to some. Such a leisure to give not your blood. Won’t you pour out your veins into a small plastic bag?

It’s no wonder we feel as we must, for to give blood is to fill each lung of a stranger or loved one in need after something’s gone wrong.

If you blunder, than who will we trust to fill with blood the stifled, poor, young- -est of strangers and loved ones in need after something’s gone wrong?

[surfersofbole]

The things deemed necessary

First quietly, then suddenly, they found his power grew. It’s the necessitation of a resuscitation of the savior they knew. They sung his praises through the abrasion that they mentally drew. Some were picked up as they’d disrupt the great minitrue. How they did grieve when they received their brothers in the new. Their brothers left; they were bereft of life and turned blue.

*Inspired by a short video.

[surfersofbole]

A Blessed Brew*

Deep in the cavernous halls of the monastery’s basement, Trappist brothers are signaled by Abbot Fitzgerald’s abatement. At the still, they saw he stalled. Their silence grew in the moment. He tried the brew and wrinkled his brow ‘fore bestowing his judgement.

In fervor, a score of hands signalled each other that all was good and right in the land as the abbot blessed their halls.

* I felt inspired by r/monkslookingatbeer, so I wrote this as a result.

[surfersofbole]

... and it was better that way. (or; Springtime Sunshine*)

Woke up in the morning
 and it wasn’t even dawn.
 I prayed the night away;
 it had stayed too long.

The sun will start crowning 
from the eastern horizon.
 Seein’ ’s I should be sleepin’, 
I’ll drift into it.

At midday, I realized 
I relaxed to bird song.
 Relapse t’ remain lax;
 the day’s not yet gone

Late in the night, my plans went all wrong/ 
awry because I
 slept all day long...

*A reference to Weezer’s Longtime Sunshine.

[surfersofbole]

No Big Deal (or; Sweetest Love)

You are so sweet that I seem bitter You care too much. My thoughts are littered With despair, but I don’t seem alarmed. Treat me fair and the world is charmed.

It’s no big deal. I have no qualms But I can’t feel Much too calmed.

Wish it weren’t true? I’m so confused. Swear I love you, But am diffused.*

You shouldn’t have

To suffer this. Your sweetest love, Sweeter than blood.**

*I don’t know why, but I find it shameful to admit how I truly feel sometimes. **Someone I care dearly for found out they have diabetes a few days ago. It hurts me to have to recognize this.

[surfersofbole]

Rondel Stevens picks up a river and fights mythological creatures

Embolden’d hounds followed him down into the river yonder. He kited them and fought with them within the river water. Picked the pup and threw it up. For the others, never’d sonder. But th’ swollen ground of Olden Town was soaked in the water. Spell bound hell hounds held Rondel down and then tore him asunder.*

*Alternatively, and held him under water.

[surfersofbole]

Let’s not have to touch the ground again.

I went off like an alarm that was blasted into space. I was getting mighty high ‘fore I realized what went on. I took off mighty quick in this two-person race. Though I made no sound, I was shaking when I’d gone ‘n’ Reached my highest point. I breached the exosphere. But I found there was no point When I saw you weren’t here.

When I came back down, you were gone without a trace; With my head down to the ground, over you, I had fawned Before I realized that I had no time to waste. I got up mighty quick and went a distance, long, wh’n I found you in th’ clouds Floating far up above I heard satisfying sounds And I swear I fell in love.