[LUXURY YACHTING:-

 

                                         -:BRING BALLAST FOR]

The energy broker living on solid fats

blast through the mantle to extract dividends borrowed

from times immortal furnace.

You’re rich now, so what you gonna do? Divide up the words

or would it make the homage louder. Hard days of serotonin 

bleed seamlessly into melatonin nights. Opprobrium sought for roadside CPR; though

congealed days request that creation myths be soured first in busted

puddle pipes that bite at what the suction gives.

Wishing away waste water under a schedule that blinks at what it does not know.

Your kin, but this woe is wasting my life; beyond safe words, beyond masked and writhing structures. The next choice would be a promise to the guards of cascading philanthropy, bouncing out of jail, a jet ski on choppy waters.