As the apple
bursting bellies
beryl tides and
as the apple
lucid blue, a
wasted gut and
as the apple
a stitch of skin
of rude thoughts and
obscene gestures of
****** fingers of smiley
lies of cats in graveyards
and bleary eyes
of ***** misers
of the foolish ***** of
the four-legged wanton
silver tongued and
as the apple
a boy sits
and worries after
my ugly twin.
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
As the apple
bursting bellies
beryl tides and
as the apple
lucid blue, a
wasted gut and
as the apple
a stitch of skin
of rude thoughts and
obscene gestures of
****** fingers of smiley
lies of cats in graveyards
and bleary eyes
of ***** misers
of the foolish ***** of
the four-legged wanton
silver tongued and
as the apple
a boy sits
and worries after
my ugly twin.
"Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo,
got lemon juice up in you're eye--
When you ****** all over my black kettle,
you must've been so high."
Request permission to use this poem