If there is a strong ideal
then wait for the graze ointment,
perhaps by then
I will never be caught.
If there ever was cedar shingle
that needed repairing,
three layers underneath
may never be enough.
Tomorrow feels its wear
perhaps my palms after all,
will not be pious ,
yet under the leitmotif
of the gilled
fish bucket
Life and I don't listen
Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC
If there is a strong ideal
then wait for the graze ointment,
perhaps by then
I will never be caught.
If there ever was cedar shingle
that needed repairing,
three layers underneath
may never be enough.
Tomorrow feels its wear
perhaps my palms after all,
will not be pious ,
yet under the leitmotif
of the gilled
fish bucket
Life and I don't listen
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