Juice building up and up
On the cusp
Of volcanic erup-
-tions
Never satisfied
A Hindustani said
"Look at my eyes
I'm stoned
All the time."
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
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Pumice a lava stone and the only way to satisfy some emotions is to stay stoned.
Stoned on internal chemistry!
The best way
This poem feels like a pressure cooker! It's volcanic imagery and clipped lines really capture that sense of restless buildup. The sudden shift into the stoned voice makes it raw and unsettled, like a fragment of life overheard mid‑eruption. 🕊️🙏
When that juice builds up it so hard to handle!
Quite so dear friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Mutley, this one crackles with that trademark mischief of yours…heat, humor, and a touch of the surreal. Short, sharp, and perfectly unhinged. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Yet again poetically replied, Tristan!
beautifully expressed...
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