(I this very am a contradiction to itself)
this which is
the very thing i am
is not at all a multitude of singularities
but a single multitude of multiple singulars
i am large
and small
and enormously
a colour daft as starry days
and brightly nights
and with pale meter
my hards are soft
and softs are hard
(and i am like an onion
in petals of purple skin
an acrid flavour imps
my beam of darkly
steeply cooler hotter
breaths that buzz
like wondrous flies
in ample valleys or
cotton pasted flesh
in denim
)your jeans were on my floorIfoundthemthismorning
and i woke up to call you just so i could touch your voice with my ears
and kiss the treble of its throat with my gangling soul waxing profusely
with sparks of verdant poems blossoming in the uncommon pit of the stomach of my gross futile blithe brain because you made them with the
errant tattoo of your slight and tremendous music bustling its enormous
yawn over the roof of (my) rainbow hard heart that would like to comment in Your plunk of navel ringing tiny glittering barely hairs my smooth and
pinkish crumpled crumbs of love and sprinkle you with careless *** sometime maybe SWOON.
Apr 26, 2011
Apr 26, 2011 at 8:20 PM UTC
(I this very am a contradiction to itself)
this which is
the very thing i am
is not at all a multitude of singularities
but a single multitude of multiple singulars
i am large
and small
and enormously
a colour daft as starry days
and brightly nights
and with pale meter
my hards are soft
and softs are hard
(and i am like an onion
in petals of purple skin
an acrid flavour imps
my beam of darkly
steeply cooler hotter
breaths that buzz
like wondrous flies
in ample valleys or
cotton pasted flesh
in denim
)your jeans were on my floorIfoundthemthismorning
and i woke up to call you just so i could touch your voice with my ears
and kiss the treble of its throat with my gangling soul waxing profusely
with sparks of verdant poems blossoming in the uncommon pit of the stomach of my gross futile blithe brain because you made them with the
errant tattoo of your slight and tremendous music bustling its enormous
yawn over the roof of (my) rainbow hard heart that would like to comment in Your plunk of navel ringing tiny glittering barely hairs my smooth and
pinkish crumpled crumbs of love and sprinkle you with careless *** sometime maybe SWOON.
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