so today I awoke
orchid in head
and gave it all away.
The "all" being
my grip on the here,
any thought of the now,
trees Feel.
Chainsaws roar through the awareness of leaves,
puddlejumping in branches waving shade
in the oil and *** of the street,
leaping in splashing down the block
from the catastrophe of
white trash eyeing my innocence
pretended for show
Eye through plight of falling forest,
I give this away,
Flower in mind withers, decays,
Puddles soak through to my skin beneath denim.
Sep 7, 2011
Sep 7, 2011 at 6:39 AM UTC
so today I awoke
orchid in head
and gave it all away.
The "all" being
my grip on the here,
any thought of the now,
trees Feel.
Chainsaws roar through the awareness of leaves,
puddlejumping in branches waving shade
in the oil and *** of the street,
leaping in splashing down the block
from the catastrophe of
white trash eyeing my innocence
pretended for show
Eye through plight of falling forest,
I give this away,
Flower in mind withers, decays,
Puddles soak through to my skin beneath denim.
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