gargling laughter pours
through hands and
cloaks fingers in slippery
oil
so they slide helplessly
around the pencil
like a fly creeping up a
car window only
to thud back to the leather,
but
lexicons bloom
like cancerous lilies
when the gentle flicks
of the black letters kick
a barbed ball into your
lungs.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 8:55 AM UTC
gargling laughter pours
through hands and
cloaks fingers in slippery
oil
so they slide helplessly
around the pencil
like a fly creeping up a
car window only
to thud back to the leather,
but
lexicons bloom
like cancerous lilies
when the gentle flicks
of the black letters kick
a barbed ball into your
lungs.
