Lucy Lovely

Lovely parameters, book ends starting news trends, photography on loose ends

Sliced faces, collage a pyramid with a myriad eyes spaced stationed.  I'm an eye sore

Hat hair spare ribs rubbed, pork fingers lost sauce on my lips, cherish the food you can handle

Dismantle from the bone, meat loose lying on the throne.  I didn't even know.  A visual embarrassment.

Teeth stacked with plaque put my smile on a plaque, trophy room in all black.  I'm sharing this because I'm saving it.

This unforgettable the one whim sinister a winner in the winter styled four leaf clover luck isn't a mystery

Gamble for a ramble, communicate with an anvil, steadfast and spurred, blurred tried a new word.

Syrup coming from a lunch rush, can't stack cold cuts stuck in between cub boards and mustard, hunched forward sipping slurping slipping simmered.  Boil concentrate under a microscope, a philanthropists pocket book, a clean look shaven smooth like pebbles, misery in company, mothers playing bridge on a balcony talking about their favorite sons clumsily.  Shooting for the stars found myself doing shots at the bar, moonlight found it's way in shined a lime with the light my peripherals became something to listen to, opaque curves through sweater vests and vetted stench laid my eyelids to rest because theirs no test for the sicker, drinking out of thimbles, a funnel in the summer, bathing suits

The thunder, the lovers and the sunder.  Is it from what I'm under, tumbling from the canyon, I'm a man inside a stanza

Rumbling can you believe the crackling from the touch down, it's a must that's why we rushed down when we found the rocks that broke free and the boulder still clearly left in tack with our hands in stasis, trying to grasp for a clip,

The stream left wavered never to miss.