Ground Edges

Ground edges the rim of her lipstick stained coffee mug. Sharp eclipsed moons shine upon endless day's everlasting nights'. Butterfly eye bandages uphold bloodshot remembers that these days of our lives; are—Weeding out the faint promise, it was all a dream. Lists written on used paper napkins, crochet into sculptures that symbolize finite past. Balancing by tipping toes, stretched out arms teeter, a tad bit, toward edging out grounds; becoming taller. Grass clippings flying through the sky sticking to his back; no shoes no shirt, top down, no sweat . . . That same green grass edged the rim of her lipstick stained coffee mug. Shots pile up higher and higher until mugs file lines up drunk enough to take mugshots. On the brink of ground edgings, panic finds manic eating their Disco Biscuits. Freak out! I mean it freak. Come out or I'll... Freak out! Surrounded by ground edges that terminate somewhere within light speed and dark area; an obviously gray matter. Time travels at life speed and life travels with your perception of such time becoming understood to become such as speed. Time speed Hovers Around Ground edges (and) Life That about sums itself up these days. That being rested faceless upon their lipstick stained mugshots. 8/19/17 and 8-29-17 (First write in months and beyond times awaited) *Intended to be Submitted for contest: Ground Edges And inspired by Sponsor: John Lawless *Did not submit into contest but giving its credit due...