brings me back

totally flawed and back again. kneaded, pressed, hung out to dry. all in one, the foggy horizon beckons the afternoon storm. the clouds can keep turning in front of us, I am impressed. fruits everywhere, in their natural places unsteady, ready for export. im ready for my afternoon drink, placing soul in front of solar power. swinging around shouting loud, getting heads to turn. totally floored, all over. teeth smashed, blood everywhere. get the medics, fix me up.