One Poem, That's It

"One Poem (That's It)!" These words ring in my ears as I dream of a meaning I'm hungry to post, have another heart taste, such, that promise of sex might not tempt me at all! Hark! Sharp uptake of breath from freak's mind at a phrase, oh, the wordplay's so sweet. There are twists of mind's canyons that slime the sleepwalker from wheat fields to slopes of more vertical content, now riddled with pause! How she hangs on the edge of this precipice leaning toward whispers of answers that gather, lays waste to what my verse had going! I try hard to stall as real protein shows glimmer, I slide through this maze like a snail on a knife's edge, but move wants companions. The fat is so thick now, verse mired down in hopes! Not lazy, weird contract, my Muse funds the Laws. Brian Johnston 30th of September in 2020