I only spit shine our hikes
in the woods and I marinate rain drops
in melted wax so we can peal
it off our skins when we get bored later.
I only exfoliate on lost time while
maneuvering around false hope
you seem to deliver from an eternity
void, stamped and all. I must jump its
sound and skip a couple staircases
to find its Jonas Salk. I only go mad on
the colors I write about the clown who keeps
his nose on a rounded cliff and
his acts in prepositions. I invest
verbs with the future and liquidate
past futile nouns in denial.
I plunge the toilet of the oppressed
monk who never gets the good and
rough *** those mornings the birds sing.
I sew fellowship when viscosity
is at maximum and the sewage
ruptures four feet from the prince
of mercantile who ends up
building a wall to protect himself
and others from the foggy morning.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 2:46 AM UTC
I only spit shine our hikes
in the woods and I marinate rain drops
in melted wax so we can peal
it off our skins when we get bored later.
I only exfoliate on lost time while
maneuvering around false hope
you seem to deliver from an eternity
void, stamped and all. I must jump its
sound and skip a couple staircases
to find its Jonas Salk. I only go mad on
the colors I write about the clown who keeps
his nose on a rounded cliff and
his acts in prepositions. I invest
verbs with the future and liquidate
past futile nouns in denial.
I plunge the toilet of the oppressed
monk who never gets the good and
rough *** those mornings the birds sing.
I sew fellowship when viscosity
is at maximum and the sewage
ruptures four feet from the prince
of mercantile who ends up
building a wall to protect himself
and others from the foggy morning.
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