The Pure in Simplicity

"The Pure in Simplicity" the love thieves all in syncronicity shoot silver kisses like bullets penetrating the pure in simplicity pretenders sit at your table feast on your losses never your wins now... acrostics.. they swallow, whole heartedly it's kind of like medicine, your everything, your sons and your daughters and your fresh fresh brains those scrambled they're just small, simple sacrifices in the bent larger scheme of things they call you the Devil but you’re just a shadow like a pilot fish attached to the other shadow's missile mind sharp jaws razor teeth and tongue bite blood plumes, pretty, fingers tap dance they move with the music they write… while the mind is off on its own let’s pause for a second, a decade, okay, for a minute - others say "wow, babe you are no such thing..." exclamation mark! the jury turns besides themselves always besides themselves to usher in the other shut out, outside the story the unmentioned other one in that one that remains hidden works at Freedom … that one, so not interesting, could be, absolute pure fiction like the purity hidden in Truth like a child taken it's a rippling fishpond being fed morsels drifting dissolving crackers, cheesey nibbles the truth in everything like an aspirin placed softly on the tongue swallowing Hell poetic cool simplicity bells ringing like a win like a sale like a sail like fair winds pushing the freedom wings behind me (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) at Christmas, 2023 alternative title: The Hit List ;) No. 1. warm season greetings as always; warm, like closer to where you don't want to go ... ever - but it's inevitable more than likely ;)