Audible 2

Face down in the mud of the blaze,

My sneakers are atop the maze,

Hymns of undermining the rock city,

Kneeling for grace to complete the destiny,

Phantoms off glazing the Santa,

Two pops of that luscious Fanta,

A medication of sort that poise the part,

Baby South sides the small in heart,

Walking the stories into the eye,

Gaping out the window as I grip her thighs,

Taking the appearance that she has come,

I bolt back to my second one,

Dazed and amused by her personality,

Pushing the pedals of her mentality,

Permission to undo the bra,

Horsed in words of calm.