The bumblejunk doorhinge,
The greets labeled orange,
The smart-flats and bungalow'd keens.
I want you for waiting.
My trip-stick is failing.
We settle for high in-betweens.
I know not this purpose,
My heart fakes for circus.
My napsack is packed full of liens.
I fluster the roundings,
And muse over drownings. I
Limp on my confusiest things.
Sep 10, 2010
Sep 10, 2010 at 2:13 AM UTC
The bumblejunk doorhinge,
The greets labeled orange,
The smart-flats and bungalow'd keens.
I want you for waiting.
My trip-stick is failing.
We settle for high in-betweens.
I know not this purpose,
My heart fakes for circus.
My napsack is packed full of liens.
I fluster the roundings,
And muse over drownings. I
Limp on my confusiest things.
if you have to ask,
i can't afford it
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