inching pace
battered salmon temples
wrinkled
in slight touch
your white wet noise plagues the
hollow
domes of my
entrance to judgement and
gossip
to forget
and knowing and promise --
music,
it is not,
invented subtle expression
meant
not for black
flying creatures that ****
life
out of the
sound of quiet
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
inching pace
battered salmon temples
wrinkled
in slight touch
your white wet noise plagues the
hollow
domes of my
entrance to judgement and
gossip
to forget
and knowing and promise --
music,
it is not,
invented subtle expression
meant
not for black
flying creatures that ****
life
out of the
sound of quiet
