Spin-bycicle wheels
As I turn onto Salerno st.
A canal to cross
So I can toss
My backpack into bushes
Duct tape
Rubber gloves
This is love-true
Blade or tongue
I've become
Something
Poncho hood
In the wood
Calm
Begins to rain
Sane
Hammer-I feel
In my chest
Creeping mist
Tooth-smile
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
Spin-bycicle wheels
As I turn onto Salerno st.
A canal to cross
So I can toss
My backpack into bushes
Duct tape
Rubber gloves
This is love-true
Blade or tongue
I've become
Something
Poncho hood
In the wood
Calm
Begins to rain
Sane
Hammer-I feel
In my chest
Creeping mist
Tooth-smile
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