The Walrus ate Lucy while the Eggman pocketed the diamonds from the sky. Then, they ran off to Barbados together.
Ink unscrolls on paper line, manipulates pen tip, drags hand and arm, forces meaning.
Heart beats bass, soft shoulders sway – waving melodies – untethered soul drifts toward heaven.
Brownian motion diffuses love as easily as tea – or so the tea leaves said to me.
Steam grinds up from south, smothers Valley, pressure-cooks us like screaming shellfish.
I opened my heart to secret truths and only found a need for rest.
Opposites circle, engage – a lovers' contest – and from their mingling, new truths are born.