"attackings" poems
Between the crooks and nannies
In a booth with seven *******
There's no way they could stand me se cre t swi mm ing
pools
Heathen if they're understanding a bed wetting fool
Could that mean they understand me I'm sure I'd Right that too
I hear a lot about our standings If I had nothing Left to say
but what I think will be standing
is the dust particles of landings
and the Sun light filling crackings away
I'm too good for the attackings
I understand my lackings and then we float
Got a tenacious grasp for love love love love love Stacking bodies to the flood
Limb to a tree
Flower to a bee
You to a meeeeee
and eye to eye
I have left myself dry on and Island watching the 4th of July
Why oh why Did I ever lead that guy into a terrible lie
Mask to a Foe
Mask of a Friend
Do you ask to wear it well or can I see you again
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 8:39 PM UTC