A lack of traction
like wheels spinning in the mud.
A subtraction of reason;
Call it swimming in a flood
Your blood is red as mine.
We both count
One, two, three, four, five
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine.
So why must you separate us
like cartilage between vertebrate?
I only want to decorate your face
with smiles.
Is that too much to ask for?
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
A lack of traction
like wheels spinning in the mud.
A subtraction of reason;
Call it swimming in a flood
Your blood is red as mine.
We both count
One, two, three, four, five
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine.
So why must you separate us
like cartilage between vertebrate?
I only want to decorate your face
with smiles.
Is that too much to ask for?
© October 4th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
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