art – Page 18 – Stumbling along the sidewalk

Veal

Green tango I went up to the level rank car

Map round lizard vamp driving jump rope

Neon lap dance teal creation keepers veal it

Prevention Hoosier stock click crock quick

Meal television commercial competition bib

Flicked

Tangent tango leaving angel koala bubonic

Stickler future deepening goose vaulted if

Kites heart purple Jeep huge lounge flicked

Plume topple yearly bleed wrenched kicks

Deal seeping floundering tricked whipped

Tusk

Green happy lounge laugh apple tangle tip

Gargantuan inebriated cackle punch toss

Are you going round the bend? Do you

Wonder if language comes to a dreary end

Or if action is victorious in the pot of gold,

Rainbow speaking wisely? Capture all the

Crazy people who run both ways down the

Same sounding board on an elephant’s tusk

Underneath a cruise ship, sinking soundly

Until bouncing balls grip hellion tubes sips

Reach

Gloomy barrier mental closing careen enter

Empty blew vendor congress television me

Mood language action real front foul enable

Cruise values blend comprehension bend

Balanced fuse koala palm sneak snarl reach

Beer

Level scream meander mean leave column

Municipal cranky promote alleviate plume

Blather veneer skunk pollen parasite beer

Jargon cleats pompous swerved bombastic

News nude mew rear sledgehammer plop

So Few

Enveloped in spaciousness, my perception

Changes with each passing clue. I am awed

By my opaqueness to what I have to do.

Dreams descend upon me, opening worlds

I never knew. What a treat. Sinking to.

The path is there for me times so few.

Golden

Carrying a cover over gliding sheets of blue,

I cut a deal with infinity, an institution into

Sending scurrying in wanderlust all the

Innocent babes anew. Shall I jump, oh, shall

I? Cast a blind eye on relapses of golden

Memories.

Creasing

Something twisted in the catacombs runs

Up one side and down the other, creasing.

Arranged from two loves, on top of another,

Creation, retribution, salad face, clinging.

Monopoly Budweiser Cornish hen demons.

Victory

To survive,

The ultimate challenge,

In the face of adversity.

A voice calls

From deep down inside,

Crying for strength,

And loyalty to one’s own

Individuality.

Gather family and friends

To build support.

Make a plan

And carry it out,

Step by step,

To the summit

Of victory.

The Long Race

Pushing past the resistance of my lone

Predicament, unique as all in their own

Way. At a loss to come up with functional

Rituals that charm my life sufficiently. I

Determine to keep on running the race.