a tacky canvas that
pitcher-dribble reaped,
like an infant in the highchair,
no cherrios to eat.
mundane messes like
blood on your knee,
gravel in between;
bend, but grit your teeth.
white was so boring, though
color cannot be undone,
until a final draw ends,
and entropy starts to run.
watercolor, was it?
the dye won’t wash away.
don’t you see me,
****** by graffiti
like the coffee stains on
my tie, the ink at the
top of my naked sleeve;
leading edges that bleed.
if you shudder at the unholy
messes, the incongruent seams,
i took too much of your time
already, ask once, i’ll let you be.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 6:15 PM UTC
a tacky canvas that
pitcher-dribble reaped,
like an infant in the highchair,
no cherrios to eat.
mundane messes like
blood on your knee,
gravel in between;
bend, but grit your teeth.
white was so boring, though
color cannot be undone,
until a final draw ends,
and entropy starts to run.
watercolor, was it?
the dye won’t wash away.
don’t you see me,
****** by graffiti
like the coffee stains on
my tie, the ink at the
top of my naked sleeve;
leading edges that bleed.
if you shudder at the unholy
messes, the incongruent seams,
i took too much of your time
already, ask once, i’ll let you be.
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