Locked inside by self exile.
Soft outside fumbling flesh,
heart disturbed by obsess...
Obese thumb fumble FALTERED
discussing disgust and discipline disfunction.
Can I find a better way to reflect on my summer of funk behavior;
A curious bliss of consumption and nest bonding,
showered by moving cumulus clouding.
Am I moving or spinning as an unfettered bit?
Power drilling to dead-enders...
All hail Contemptuous reflectors on my Harley handbasket...
cruising to my home-made hell.