i want sexy!
juicy!
i want it to
pop!
scream!
bellow off the charts!
i want the juice of it
to drip
sweetly
down your chin
trickling
into that one
sense
that matters
as much as
the words
but…
when you are
techno-challenged
handicapped
a directional
misfit
like me
or
one of those humans
slogging through
the new age
retaining little
(including the simplicity
of the remote’s operation)
your visionary skills
sit
a pallette
of
unfulfilled beauty
inside your head
instead of here
livening up
your wordpress
blog
while most of
the sessioneers
you share these
days with
put you
to creative
shame
