and the word
rolled of my tongue
raced past my lips
to pratt fall to the floor,
buster keaton style
only to lie in a curlicue
puddle on
the ***** sky blue lino....
people applaud my performance
in a politely
dissaffected way,
before
returning to they desultory
gossip with regard to
the state of the art draped
upon the walls....
strange blueprint of
mug ulgy beasts.
they say, in excellent
babylonian accents
dropping
tibits of manna cake
and spilling ambrosia nectar
all the while....
**** me
i am going to have to
get the clouds steam cleaned again... hope
monsoonal cleaners are'nt
busy this week..
and the word squiggled away to hide in the corner
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
and the word
rolled of my tongue
raced past my lips
to pratt fall to the floor,
buster keaton style
only to lie in a curlicue
puddle on
the ***** sky blue lino....
people applaud my performance
in a politely
dissaffected way,
before
returning to they desultory
gossip with regard to
the state of the art draped
upon the walls....
strange blueprint of
mug ulgy beasts.
they say, in excellent
babylonian accents
dropping
tibits of manna cake
and spilling ambrosia nectar
all the while....
**** me
i am going to have to
get the clouds steam cleaned again... hope
monsoonal cleaners are'nt
busy this week..
and the word squiggled away to hide in the corner
exsistential...maybe
god,
in a sales meeting...maybe
me just word doodling ......
after a few drinks...on a friday night....definitley
enjoy....
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