pushed clouds out,
pursed lips like
whistling in a shell,
reverbs into tumbler
held down
and spirals back.
Then, as it rises,
Advocaat crackles
thunder-yellow,
tickling the insides
into familiar
house-warm feeling.
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 7:31 AM UTC
pushed clouds out,
pursed lips like
whistling in a shell,
reverbs into tumbler
held down
and spirals back.
Then, as it rises,
Advocaat crackles
thunder-yellow,
tickling the insides
into familiar
house-warm feeling.
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