the editorial freedom
of readerless content
of aimless intent
amplifies the self-aggrandizement

wrong words are the teeth
of the sexually-charged
on the parts both small and large
summoning the beauty of miscommunication

time is the flavor
of the used peanut butter spoon
the sound of barking at the moon
the rush of a new feeling

yawning with outstretched arms
towards the dullness of the ritual morning
begging with a harmony of disgust and yearning
to be for once misunderstood