my origami,
a thin line of sunshine and a private war.
the nucleus of an extinct thought, gathering believers
on the outskirts of nearby.
the wrong thing...
a more dead husk than a fresh ****
or a new joke.
[ my long night. the covetous murk of a bright lie. ]
my only calling,
the mute jawbone of an expert hermit.
determined to offend ought
but the sermon
as the enclave denies. the right thing.
a more rapturous con
than a new deal
or old smoke.
a song's blight. luxurious cirque...
denial
and out
lights.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
my origami,
a thin line of sunshine and a private war.
the nucleus of an extinct thought, gathering believers
on the outskirts of nearby.
the wrong thing...
a more dead husk than a fresh ****
or a new joke.
[ my long night. the covetous murk of a bright lie. ]
my only calling,
the mute jawbone of an expert hermit.
determined to offend ought
but the sermon
as the enclave denies. the right thing.
a more rapturous con
than a new deal
or old smoke.
a song's blight. luxurious cirque...
denial
and out
lights.
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