Firecracker—soda pop—routine
quenching of the mortal verb, Blissful bullet-points banter about the
pre-pre-lingual pause—submerging aftertaste in the grandeur of the plunge
Addictive trinkets of
euphoric punch—punctuating the blistered awakenings found atop the ridges of
the bridge—where with it’s carbonated siege, all pleasures are revealed—as
possible and real
