Cold out and sweating drained to the sink.  Falling fast for the drum.  Pounding a sound too loud for safety.  Think the thoughts that damage the colors.  Seeping down the page.  Dripping full of lemon tears.  Wretched stomach cringes at the bile.  Sick with poison filling veins of space.  Keep keep going don't stop and wait.  The line will back up and drain from the screen.  Bust out the weeping show the song that sings early.  Pass out and pass down those thoughts of devout anger.  Down your tongue swallow its pride.  Apologize for the taste and fear the opposite.  The pages need to be filled, all the way, for a purpose a meaning.  Push it out of the skin, sink into the waters.  Gratitude for the music.  A creative outlet that pushes it over the edge.  Be funky, be different....too different.  Be more, be you, be heart.