so much for metaphor

add my flavor
to the mixture
yes!
oh butterscotch bum-bum
little known slurps
passionate humdrum
woah!
squeezed lips
soaked fits
bourbon-lined beaks
eek!
infinite bun-buns
on my little chum-gun
ahh!
melt into me
press me to your lung-tongue
sighs of release
oh!
better clean these sheets
my!
you little freak
why you gotta run-run
again!
one more time
let's have fun-fun

inn

dive deep

dwell there

as thoughts gather

savor them 

as trails appear

travel them 

make musings matter

and cling to 

inward appeal 

make yourself

a shrine 

and chew yourself 

over and over 

again and again. 

new year

fear yourself not 

oh transient heart 

holdfast to happy musings 

the fire still burns 

from the furnace within 

raw blood and guts and feelings.