The Idiot

Almost Shades of pine in derision on the loom/ Generous sway through timeless appease the trees, Brandished by timely groves chased after wind breeze, Sullen... I hit my head on a passing potatoe through the leaves; The Idiot Charmed in an almost decadence shattered fragments They say that we are young only once on point Visible Shattered glass amidst the decorum shredded braid, Tempted again through the wind/ Blatant My head swell as if an almost glow; Black ash through peach cornerstones Farmers in delusion there frequent solution Viable breach of peace Sullen fragments out on the pavement floor lest I implore, Control freeks in sullen apartment dealings fly's on wall The ocean with sun no fun we run in timeless fight Shallow scheme amidst the chore a quaint bore of illusion Fought back the tears with a smile etched in the decorum once more A tree to loom in timeless bleed Achieve Certain factual death? The idiot would squirm ego burn another page is now turned; Ass!