Chapter 15: Sketches of

Sketching of
Through covered bridge
Blunder of a Thursday
From the pustules of renovation
Joking about using hand grenades
To play horseshoes
With every mischosen virtue
Though you’d rather be touring promenades
With their lack of innovation
I choose to play
And step from ridge to ridge
To avoid the disdain
Of every single ex-flame
Who hangs on through every
Single string less solo
Providing every present blame
As I taste your fingers so savory
Causing the car to go slow
Slower than I’m inclined
Through over riding laughter
And cool leather the fate
Is so easily divined
And all we are after
Is a break from the hate
And the milky way
Containing and collapsing down
Into simple white dots
Which reflect in your thoughts
As your beauty dies astound
Sketching
reaches an announcable refrain
as your hand moves along the dashboard
providing me some small reward
for passing near verdant fields
as I restrain the will I normally wield
through covered bridge
we travel
as fated threads unravel
to open air and overseeing ridge
I enjoy feminine whiles
At least until Miles Smiles