Saturday, March 7, 2009
Fade into non-existence, your eyes,
They perceive the redness of lies.
This is licking the lumps of food
On the plate we have dined and argued.
Food carries an attitude to be assessed,
Especially by flyers and drivers addressed.
The fading of the flight is a path,
Into the air is the triumph of an aftermath.
Fading is strict, fading will constrict
The muscles of the arm and leg of an addict.
He flew due to terror and vanquished
Along the highway, where he was accomplished.