Bent out of Shape

Its either goin to leave ya mad,
or blind or dead.
That's what the scribes have noted
it down as.
They sure won't be toasting
to country liquor.

I gravitate from one corner
of a hopscotch grid into
a dusty ensemble.
Tweak a sleek curve
encircling a bend
bent out of shape.

An outpouring of faience
raising visions of a
lucent dwelling.
They are here to stay
and scram leaving behind
a ginger scent.

The colour left Light
in the dark,
the content had Grace
hoodwinked,
the composition left
Mirth befuddled.

Wheatish traces of history
snapping at our heels
had us lean into walls
pegged down as hardy.
The pecking order
rolled into a
square comprised of
accessories worthy of
being in the eye of
a sandstorm.

A trenchant winter laden
with a silver flurry made
its way onto twigs.
March' s hung over on
summer as spring read
it the riot act.

A brusque breed,a probing lot,
a blithe smile ,piece themselves
in a jigsaw puzzle with fame
around the corner.

Smiling heralded exhilaration,
bypassing killjoys,riding as
far as it could.


Smiling opined
"don't slip of
the stepping stone.


Smiling spoke of a fracture
as she gave the loon the axe.
What is perceived as wrong
could end up being in the right
after all.

Smiling hoped and asked for
Stone Neckin Change,
for the process was akin
to a mouse demanding
half eaten cheese.