"bruss" poems
When I schueezed my-too-paste onto the-bruss
I held my bruss hori-shontally-so
The whole dang-chunk-a-goop fell into the-sink.
I can jus-magine you, your
Eyes woo-glow and you woo-laaaa
And kiss m-forehead and make me fee-as-if
I’m not-ta-idiot
Don’t tell anyone, but I scooped it back up with my finger and put it back on the brush.
Woo-you still kis-me wi sink-tooth-paste-teeth?
Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 2:48 AM UTC
dawn to dask birds brack and bruss you see a tree you see a bloom. around a tree a butterfly and bee. a blue bird you shal see.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 3:31 AM UTC