Her Blurred Last Words

This is the time
it slowly slips away
the guardian toad
keeping me company
on cold hard road.

A fourth dimensional
distraction killing
talking to amphibians
theraputic evolution
mitigation
as they pass on by
dead to the intent
of a child's eye.

The chords
he whispers and picks
yeilding the superior voice
unshackeled choice
box churning
windy music.

Talking- chat
company- brat
maintenance of a rocky time
jump the curb my friend
I cannot not help
it's survival of the fittest
relative the the buzzing tires
my flesh is inviting
keeping me distracted
come on buddy
wear warts carried
see haven's grass
moist due
ephemeral long lost knowledge
just some moments of freedom from road
remember the time ship projections
I Love You.