I searched
through the
rubble when
dusk has
the water
and wave
tusk ashore
the last
break fore
surfer now
to close
kettle only
this quake
on dry
surf near
alcove and
her sky

By Arcassin Burnham

Blistering concoction, Making nonsense,
Make sure you just leave your mark,
Don't let them touch you,
Way too many stops to be rushing,
Your boyfriend would you, if I was your boyfriend would you know me the same?
What if I was your savior something pushing all the corners of your life would you take my last name?
You know the game,
I wouldn't even worry about the relations I probably just liked if you came,
The portal opens,
No room in this bathroom for the both of us even when the soaps soakin',
We found the perfect motion,
Better than the twisting motion if I do say so myself, just get the lotion.


©abpoetry2019

I am not
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I wished for when I
Was buried
In the sand