we go so deep
that we forget
what's on the surface,
it's a slide, steep
and our fear is
on the playground,
while our focus
sleeps
we bounce thoughts,
off our paddles
as we serve
linguistic ping pong *****
mischievous baboons.
we tug on playful balloons,
skipping on ribbons,
in the rubber pastel
dances of the shifty winds,
fluttering flocks of
glowing grey moons
we turn tables
like turntables,
on tilted roofs
we lay silent, slanted
kissing devil hooves
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
we go so deep
that we forget
what's on the surface,
it's a slide, steep
and our fear is
on the playground,
while our focus
sleeps
we bounce thoughts,
off our paddles
as we serve
linguistic ping pong *****
mischievous baboons.
we tug on playful balloons,
skipping on ribbons,
in the rubber pastel
dances of the shifty winds,
fluttering flocks of
glowing grey moons
we turn tables
like turntables,
on tilted roofs
we lay silent, slanted
kissing devil hooves
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