My ears are tingling
from the barrage of dyslexic sounds
and my hair is curling as fast as
any olympic event
I can't pay attention either
It all just drifts by
invisably swept in the
seawave current
Nothing else matters
Does it
Because my legs twitch
anyway
And it spreads with infection
Giggling like a gaggle of geese
or girls
to peak the top
of the end of
the bungee rope
Sweeping fans clear the cobwebs
full of the captive sunbeams
in the rafters in the closets
the minds of the mimes
Petering out
to Only a tri kle
A pleasure of peaking
and swifting being overwhelmed
by the black hole of the past
turning the world inside out
Falls
That's what it All does
Then crystallizes
into a thousand twenty bajillion four
morsels of careless color
Shining and gleaming spotlights
Tantalizing the eyes
of silly maskéd
prisoners
Turning them on
tremendously
but it all grays
to mud all the colors
in a palette make gray
You knew that
when you were a child
So pick up the paintbrush
and follow the directions
by the people who cared
enough to invent
a color by number
So easy and convenient
Even never in your wildest
dreams could
You imagine
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:48 PM UTC
My ears are tingling
from the barrage of dyslexic sounds
and my hair is curling as fast as
any olympic event
I can't pay attention either
It all just drifts by
invisably swept in the
seawave current
Nothing else matters
Does it
Because my legs twitch
anyway
And it spreads with infection
Giggling like a gaggle of geese
or girls
to peak the top
of the end of
the bungee rope
Sweeping fans clear the cobwebs
full of the captive sunbeams
in the rafters in the closets
the minds of the mimes
Petering out
to Only a tri kle
A pleasure of peaking
and swifting being overwhelmed
by the black hole of the past
turning the world inside out
Falls
That's what it All does
Then crystallizes
into a thousand twenty bajillion four
morsels of careless color
Shining and gleaming spotlights
Tantalizing the eyes
of silly maskéd
prisoners
Turning them on
tremendously
but it all grays
to mud all the colors
in a palette make gray
You knew that
when you were a child
So pick up the paintbrush
and follow the directions
by the people who cared
enough to invent
a color by number
So easy and convenient
Even never in your wildest
dreams could
You imagine
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