brief spelling quandry

Verbal equivalent of oat meal, making it hard for your throat to seal, and your outermost coat to reveal anything daring beneath.  Jaw is agape at first, with the base of your skull, at the nape of your neck ready to burst, steady to curse, longsuffering or worse.  Lumpy in the morning, grumpy without warning, not adhering to it being the thought that counts.  Gift giving has lost the lift that its given to the living we do behind closed doors anyway.  Sticks, stones, the Ramones, and future cloans can break my bones, but words are worse, they can dissert you.  Spin your head right around on its neck, twisting up your conscience, until you’ve gotten what you want and its not what you wanted or thought it would be.  Its a good thing that things can be returned promptly with a proof of purchase.


Being heard, stirred, and perhaps cured by life's many hidden images and the written-spoken word.
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