the camphor of your exhale, is me -
easy breathing the tear gas.
i bark like a dog.
i chase habits with discipline; chumming the waters of known sharks
that pray on other oceans and hunt other seals...
like prey.
i'm so elaborate, my symbols call ' time out '
just to catch a glimpse of my
always.
i tangle me.
a morphine drip of metronomes
yawning splendidly... a tide of pools.
an uncommon dress -
in a code, derived from the stomach -
of the throat...the next, next; and the kept boat
capsized.
no joke.
Ha.
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 3:20 PM UTC
the camphor of your exhale, is me -
easy breathing the tear gas.
i bark like a dog.
i chase habits with discipline; chumming the waters of known sharks
that pray on other oceans and hunt other seals...
like prey.
i'm so elaborate, my symbols call ' time out '
just to catch a glimpse of my
always.
i tangle me.
a morphine drip of metronomes
yawning splendidly... a tide of pools.
an uncommon dress -
in a code, derived from the stomach -
of the throat...the next, next; and the kept boat
capsized.
no joke.
Ha.
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