to come back to this, after much
a long minute, feels like a *****
returned to brothel; perhaps the
harshness of the analogy is hype-
rbole. won't let a Crowley
********* me; sun's
too bright for that.
should shower,
but drink wine,
and this is perhaps a poor
reactionary response; ironic;
the ironned-iconic. pressed to be
pre-dressed, and no need to cut
a styled up-do;
the hair isn't quite real,
anyhow. all-quite polyeurathane,
or polysylvester, or
never too keen for poly-
anything. now hold up.
nah, keep on the
struttin' along, there's a better
one than you follows a
winger's lead.
smoking cigarettes at the window
while she sleeps; thine own eyes
never stop in faltering-rest,
then restless-hoping that
pen-scrawls, window
scraping sides when opened,
smoking a cigarette at the window;
rattle-restless, hope
is a beggar, but we are manifest;
choosers can't be beggars.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 3:33 AM UTC
to come back to this, after much
a long minute, feels like a *****
returned to brothel; perhaps the
harshness of the analogy is hype-
rbole. won't let a Crowley
********* me; sun's
too bright for that.
should shower,
but drink wine,
and this is perhaps a poor
reactionary response; ironic;
the ironned-iconic. pressed to be
pre-dressed, and no need to cut
a styled up-do;
the hair isn't quite real,
anyhow. all-quite polyeurathane,
or polysylvester, or
never too keen for poly-
anything. now hold up.
nah, keep on the
struttin' along, there's a better
one than you follows a
winger's lead.
smoking cigarettes at the window
while she sleeps; thine own eyes
never stop in faltering-rest,
then restless-hoping that
pen-scrawls, window
scraping sides when opened,
smoking a cigarette at the window;
rattle-restless, hope
is a beggar, but we are manifest;
choosers can't be beggars.
031317
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