My gums hurt-
the toothache is hard to swallow
when we
mend the broken bones
with the loose change in the couch
and the buttons from
worn out cargo shorts.
Take standard biology,
an ideal economy,
and authentic authonomy
with a grain of salt.
We can't find or feed
while we bleed.
It seeps from cortexes
into yesterday,
into today,
into some
puddle
huddled around the fire
for warmth.
We melt just as the ice cubes
in your lemonade
on days
where
nostalgia has no
tranquil, oaky shade.
Stand at the length of lions.
Its breath is about as tolerable
as greed is swallowable.
While these dreams go hungry,
we feast.
While wolves
eat our spines as meat,
we are sheep
turning yellow from the heat.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
My gums hurt-
the toothache is hard to swallow
when we
mend the broken bones
with the loose change in the couch
and the buttons from
worn out cargo shorts.
Take standard biology,
an ideal economy,
and authentic authonomy
with a grain of salt.
We can't find or feed
while we bleed.
It seeps from cortexes
into yesterday,
into today,
into some
puddle
huddled around the fire
for warmth.
We melt just as the ice cubes
in your lemonade
on days
where
nostalgia has no
tranquil, oaky shade.
Stand at the length of lions.
Its breath is about as tolerable
as greed is swallowable.
While these dreams go hungry,
we feast.
While wolves
eat our spines as meat,
we are sheep
turning yellow from the heat.
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