Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Gypsy faith swirled with wild lebonise tongues touch so close I can make fresh salt water swing into my palms and make orange sunsets fall apart melting and glazing and get close to what I should have rubbed with my hands I don't know why I never only reached out from where I stood. I'm close to every person belonging to me. Not the bitter words slavery I am finally made and maked half the rainy dry baron saharras I distracted with horizon false bare assed view of giant ledggs outside bay glass window widdowers. Don't count clean eye glasses. Spect ovals smeared fingers like skyscrapers below unseen explosions of arts fartsy. Come on expect bird **** people. A clear window. A bird cage cubicle. As Baching went pecking corn and keyboard. Don't be a fat fake chicken. Be a glossy fox. Be marvelous.
0
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
One thing and another
Gypsy faith swirled with wild lebonise tongues touch so close I can make fresh salt water swing into my palms and make orange sunsets fall apart melting and glazing and get close to what I should have rubbed with my hands I don't know why I never only reached out from where I stood. I'm close to every person belonging to me. Not the bitter words slavery I am finally made and maked half the rainy dry baron saharras I distracted with horizon false bare assed view of giant ledggs outside bay glass window widdowers. Don't count clean eye glasses. Spect ovals smeared fingers like skyscrapers below unseen explosions of arts fartsy. Come on expect bird **** people. A clear window. A bird cage cubicle. As Baching went pecking corn and keyboard. Don't be a fat fake chicken. Be a glossy fox. Be marvelous.
michael-parish
Written by
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem