Cascading them into churches and synagogues and temples alike.
Flattening caves propelled by a kaleidoscope of fucked up conditions.
Shunning procrastinating children.
Condemning boasting floundering tight ass females.
The forces themselves flaunting powerful lies that confuse and chill lovers fingering lovers.
Tempting fates not yet tested.
Playing the pink devil and limp frog to shatter fake lords and kindle thought out verbs smashed tyrants to bits with fists clenched teeth baring ideas twisted into the knots of turbulent churning lives.
Let's not forget British charms and French biting climates and Turkey’s lap dances.
Forgiving these turbulent churning lives quenched with ridicule, sprinkled with feisty tap dancing politics, smashed together in freights of glass trains or dark latched bridges. Predicting fallouts, quakes, radiation and sinister twisters.
I rise to fight for turbulent churning lives forged beneath the surface of what we see or pretend to see.
Concluding choices surface rapidly forcing fake smiles, dimples reverent on parts trampled by parts ignored.
I can't swallow facts.
I shall not conform to lavish tales of ignorant smart ass freaks graving power, striding forward, trampling source and shaving cut outs in skies of black and stones of grey. Tumble me, crush my bones, fill my throat with barrels of beer I won't fall sideways.
I won't slide backwards.
I promise velocity and swift conclusions.
I pledge reversal of syndromes and conditions.
And lastly I will triumph and win the smiles of travelers, shimmering gazers and families of swimming otherwise tweaked long distant sailors of these turbulent churning lives.