Philosophical

Slimy stick shaft stuck 
Confabulates organic discombobulation:

Uncle Nook and Granny grate baby faces by rusted gutter grating 
- existential precipice choral music roaring grind deafening painful
(As per Bronze Bull Cauldron Steaming Billowing Buffalo Beast)
Olala! 
Sensation! 
What a trip without direction!?

What a Wicked book in and on every nook and cranny,
The corner of each street
Peaceful roundabout,
Far-out orange dusk upon horizon:

Fading heat waves blurring the outlines of each oozing cleft shining
In a starlit night sky, the pandemonium, the pedestal, the city skyline!

If you can't pay for it - the life hack - beauty
(then watch it be old and lose the battle it always has)
Its job is to defy death, you afford it.
Watch the life hack fight death with a beauty fading.
It is your job to afford it.
And if you can not,
Pay for ever thinking you would not.

Cleft Oozy