Street sampling word, pierced on its side...
work zone cones the wickedest witch
cruel-worlds under.
Cab meters left running,
ante upping ante.
Wheatpaste wars boom-blocking,
moonlighting black
gum splotches under years of feet.
Millions of ways of home, trample-trials in this
stink-thick Dutch settlement.
Where faint of hearts get blown in handkerchiefs,
and the court jester plays his head in the face of the fallen.
Where plastic bags fill trees, like women with hair rollers
screaming at children to come inside before nightfall.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
Street sampling word, pierced on its side...
work zone cones the wickedest witch
cruel-worlds under.
Cab meters left running,
ante upping ante.
Wheatpaste wars boom-blocking,
moonlighting black
gum splotches under years of feet.
Millions of ways of home, trample-trials in this
stink-thick Dutch settlement.
Where faint of hearts get blown in handkerchiefs,
and the court jester plays his head in the face of the fallen.
Where plastic bags fill trees, like women with hair rollers
screaming at children to come inside before nightfall.
