ready my legs
together we will write
these next steps
those past wrongs
songs of bamboo and forest fires
there's a carnival at it again
a trend of deep knee bends
pretending to be glorious but the boringest of them all stalls out with an inhuman drone phoning home and in and out of tune so that by the moon and two more such a deplorable condition heretofore inadmissible was divisible by three and to stay just to see in any dawning light early parking spots notwithstanding not spelled by aladdin or his genie bottle meanie betwixt and beside himself with her elf-like nose wiggling halfway between a snake and a rabbit measured by a rare bit of vegetable lore a haughty broth scoffed at by the rest of the seedy bunch a munchable topic of conversation the common destination of a denominator a co-habitator with hope and a soapy pail of what ails who and to stew over that pot has got to be the worst decision an abhorrent collision with fission in a rudimentary sensory development eyes spyed and my little suggestions dropped into a box criss-crossed and marked with a t which could be a plus but has no advantages the caramel panic sets in and the oven's too hot to reason with just pass me over the table my self
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment