"exstactic" poems
the one little bee bit me.
pit me up
against my me.
tea. for three. now serves only me.
for thee, has been a destroyer to my kind handles and controls
you drank coors.
i smiled as a child .
for reasons coldy draw that in my childish state I saw
that star that told me such a nursery rhyme
and said that if i should give it time,
some will would have me find
that stories make life chime
and
together in ******** cohesion
with knotted roots of profusion
and exstactic empathofusion moving.
and
the story was you. with your coors.
twinkle said the star and I hungered and sang through all time
to hear such another nursery rhyme
only to get the buckled pang
from my empty state of mind.
Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 7:48 PM UTC