Jul 2016
wrinkles of the plastic
over the mattress, the mountains
their faces blue
and their
shadows
something arousing.
is your head between your heart?
now along the letters
burrow emotions.
i am hearing feedback from the thresher,
the alleys,
for all creed
or age
the one becoming the other.
they together do not wonder
if the lips
if the lips what?
over the mattress, the mountains
their faces blue
and their
shadows
something arousing.
is your head between your heart?
now along the letters
burrow emotions.
i am hearing feedback from the thresher,
the alleys,
for all creed
or age
the one becoming the other.
they together do not wonder
if the lips
if the lips what?
Decided to be exceptionally obtuse on this one. And for those who may care enough to read my poems, I do my best to be obtuse. So have fun, from me to to you.
Oh and,
Tragedy.
Oh and,
Tragedy.
(...)
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