Tensions rise

o high tension

you'll contrive to play with us

it bends condescends to

fix with its stare

the comic-opera clown

got burnt by the sun

a bit later than we'd like

the drunkenness ensued

so that tensions rise

you need to blow your nose, dried fruit

wizened masticated

and gruel oozes out

in its course, what in the goddess

doesn't fit the mortal's bill is

the foul smell she's acquired

through self-neglect

tensions will rise if

you fall hard for

periodontosis-shattered

they masticate, the good old subconscious

what got imprinted was the attraction

not to the usual crap like

badabim-badaboom, to the particular

the drum roll was drummed out

tensions rise with envy

shitting bricks there

where on the sly the slops

are slung into the slops

pulverized bones

stuck in the wrong throat, still alive and kicking

in company the wisecracker

wound up his own tra-la-la

tensions will rise when the beam

of the floodlight goes blind, over mugs

the given sucker punch spreads

like a haematoma cloudlet

totally fucked in the head

got some sense knocked into his head, and all eyes

he turned to himself by butting the bag

the fist flew back in the other

tensions will rise with the weather

slushy, the pied pooch

whines, the pink tongue

becomes rough to the touch

in the moment of licking

unfamiliar things, they stocked up on

spirits and by agreement

without twisting arms

heightened tensions are threatened

by the rage of a higher-order being

or a broad's laughter that gathers strength

from the habit of helplessness

to catch on whence was chopped

the nice hunk it's enough

to smooth over the place of detachment

and even out the unnecessary