Budapest
A Poem by Corset
Eucalyptus
Push me in,
be as tall.
No one out there
is going to sing
pro bono.
Slow down
and
look at where
it's at.
One is fast
and more dangerous
ask her...
Turns out a mixed nut in the right cup.
Clean out the closet,
polish all those pretty bones
bleach them white
as a faded memory
unlike
Budapest,
who gnaws
the edges,
but never lay down
your pen.
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
Budapest
A Poem by Corset
Eucalyptus
Push me in,
be as tall.
No one out there
is going to sing
pro bono.
Slow down
and
look at where
it's at.
One is fast
and more dangerous
ask her...
Turns out a mixed nut in the right cup.
Clean out the closet,
polish all those pretty bones
bleach them white
as a faded memory
unlike
Budapest,
who gnaws
the edges,
but never lay down
your pen.
