Queen Rocks The Sungirl Spirit

Highnoon straightup action, a convergence of oncoming traffic
whizzes by
Contemporaneous unknown busibodies on their detailed way to preset
destinations
Cars and trucks reveal their phantom drivers, nocturnal souls
Poisonous coral snakes hide behind the easy cloud 9 markings
Ebony darklings entrap their tinted windows..do they smile or do they
frown

The awakening sungirl spirit urgently grips me in a thousand salty
teardrops
She is the rolling entryway visage, passionate yellow-orange striped
tigress,
an undulating wild-child ocean of eternal crashing waves
Contorted radio frequencies leaching out, inner voices traversing on
fingertips of light
Breaking through the tracer ripplings, bravely reaching fiercely
touching
in the dead spot daymares of my lonely Friday night

Intoxicated eyes of fawning softness wrapped in ornate-flavored
dreams
peace offering tendrils in the wisdomed strength of ancient elderberry
wine
Time dilations and emotions charged with confetti-paper
reasonings
Scattered electricity is arriving now as Queen shouts out their warring
cry,
'We will, we will rock you!! '
Picture perfect feeling right with forces mighty, drumbeats boom-boom
bah
In a rockhard solidity of languid change they wail, ' We are the
champions, my friends
and we'll keep on fighting till the end..we are the champions, we are
the champions
No time for losers, cause we are the champions of the world! '
Surging categories written in palpable terms of human love and libidoed
lust