49. ACTIONS
I chopped the mighty cheddar tree into slices of trimmed lumber,
then accomplished the action of aligning dry wood for fire.
i evacuated slippery fish from the lake with coherent dexterity,
then plunged myself into the action of roasting them for night supper.
i traveled at nerve breaking speeds in the lead tipped capsule of spaceship,
engaged myself voraciously in the task of snapping photographs of the moon.
i brutally tore through the skin of the succulent watermelon,
urged myself into the action of devouring blood red chunks of the fruit.
i waded past undulating waters of the sea; landing up marooned on an island,
intensely involved myself in the action of plucking wild banana to survive.
i subtly filled hollow interiors of my pen with fountain ink,
passionately prompting my fingers to perform the action of ornate calligraphy.
i inadvertently slipped from precarious height of the stairs,
wasted no time getting into the action of consuming a pellet of pain killer.
i mounted euphorically on a thoroughbred stallion,
then ardently executed the action of galloping past the mountains.
i chewed a cluster of sapphire green betel leaf,
performed the rustic action of spitting cup fulls of saliva on the street.
i memorized mystical tunes all throughout the cloud covers of murky day,
prolifically drowned myself in the action of composing romantic songs.
i slogged in the blistering heat of the fierce midday Sun,
then succumbing myself to the involuntary action of blissful sleep.