Voids

Inoculation

Ambulatory spoons deride

Compositionality of lies

Inosculation

Evangelist, praising corroborative allegory

Turning shade, turncoat, turn-key

An inosilicate consumed by greed

That fate has paired with a chain in need

Surveyor flips through stenciled frame

Pages laced with misinformation,

Birthed by jealous inoscopy

Inquilinity

Suckling far past comfort,

The carbon dissolves.

Inopinate

Those without purpose are often left behind

Those without forgiveness linger on

Those forgotten exist forever

Voids are endless

And it goes on, and on, and on, and again

Varnishing toxic twirling through
Obviously noxious arcanely strewn
Streamers of dust cloth clear the smoke
Pausing briefly to glimpse a view
Eyes
Follow
patterns

Obligatory hello/goodbye
Good sire do you have the time
Incoherently shutters up
Collapsing time against the cracks
Peer around to see who sees you seeing if they see you see
Slowly backtracking feet in syncope
Slight percussion turns around
Glad it was but a kid
"He's a rest, do you happen to have the time"

The passed out homeless guy scared her not,
yet a well-dressed man asking for the hour
extends her terror

Strenuous the sleeve of skin
Passing moments carving green
Tapestry or blanket shawl
Vacate a premise stalled
Loss of words
Lingo felt
Jargon
Therapy
Stutter
Stutter
Stutter

Jazz
Broken
Rhythm
Creates
New
Pathways
That most likely won't last either...