~a Concoction of Me~

A permanent separation between brows and crown; divorce still pending, though ears have retained coverage rights, and eyes - so blue they are brown – accents to embellish emotional belief of baggage carried. Spring pressured jaw that always seems to slip the leash, run riot around pedigree breeds, sloshing retorted shrapnel from a machine gun tongue; generally over heated, but I care, conveyor belt heart that ships understanding; free from charge, to a select few that manage to place an order – no guarantee on broken parts, and trust is a buy-one-get-one-free offer. Just make sure it’s used by best before date else recriminations may be incurred, and I suppose these words I throw down are robbed from history’s corpse: resurrected – unlike Christ - as a shade lurking somewhere in my corner of maybes, black capped, ready to pronounce sentence on misconceptions of my limited verbiage.