You hide your hair in the
space above your tucked-away thoughts;
waterfall wor
d
s
that
run
into
strea
m
s
of consciousness
out of red dam lips
and through airy pipes
to my manhole ears,
stepped on and discarded by feet and prams
for century's years.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:13 AM UTC
You hide your hair in the
space above your tucked-away thoughts;
waterfall wor
d
s
that
run
into
strea
m
s
of consciousness
out of red dam lips
and through airy pipes
to my manhole ears,
stepped on and discarded by feet and prams
for century's years.
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