1 Cracks in the cup crawl through my brain    setting off sparks    electrical overloads    I never can get this glued back together enough    to stop the sparks   2 Cups hold all of the universe    cradled galaxies    moons in orbit bumping the rim    stars spill…

You are my pot of gold The mint plant of life singing I taste the soft breeze on my face What would I do without Keith in Joshua Tree? Though sometimes he is a dipshit “Can I have a rainbow, Mom?” The sweet stone of…

I quite enjoyed fulfilling (half) the tasks for this prompt. Look forward to editing it [wrestling a fraction more sense from it] post marathon. swish the world is an orange it can be eaten in just three bites acidic nose bitter tasting waxy skinned squelching overripe…