I’ve forgot what beauty smells like
after the gulls
and the four winds
loving the memory of something
or
someone
on the coast and stomach-aching
dismal
you are the denominator
and i hate arithmetic
math
algebra
of all the nonsensical
i loath the formula that makes me think of you
it’s tested. tried.
tried tried tried tried tried.
and tried
it’s a formula that doesn’t let me have
anygoddamnedthing
and here
with the metronome heartbeat of god and water
and my mother
earth
the glare of alone
can blind
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
I’ve forgot what beauty smells like
after the gulls
and the four winds
loving the memory of something
or
someone
on the coast and stomach-aching
dismal
you are the denominator
and i hate arithmetic
math
algebra
of all the nonsensical
i loath the formula that makes me think of you
it’s tested. tried.
tried tried tried tried tried.
and tried
it’s a formula that doesn’t let me have
anygoddamnedthing
and here
with the metronome heartbeat of god and water
and my mother
earth
the glare of alone
can blind
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