My jetlag had finally bid adieu in a land,
republic and former colony the size of my thumb,
but with the strength of bulls on steroids
running through
a field of democratic china shops.
and your money's no good here.
your name,
that silly outfit from little oz.
I have no pictures of myself here.
only a porcelain-plated version in orchid hues,
dwarfed by my favorite ivory window.
from which the fall would most certainly be glorious for
5
4
3
2
seconds.
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 5:25 PM UTC
My jetlag had finally bid adieu in a land,
republic and former colony the size of my thumb,
but with the strength of bulls on steroids
running through
a field of democratic china shops.
and your money's no good here.
your name,
that silly outfit from little oz.
I have no pictures of myself here.
only a porcelain-plated version in orchid hues,
dwarfed by my favorite ivory window.
from which the fall would most certainly be glorious for
5
4
3
2
seconds.
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