Thursday, February 6, 2014


alabaster crashes down, skin col- 
oured like honeyed milk with lips 
that magnetize: that attract, and 
beg to be kissed with my promises 
that none are barren among them-- 

garage and loads of stuff which i 
have found made me grind my teeth 
but this is the mellow acid age.. 
an obstacle ahead is reduced to a 
fine dust which brings on euphor- 

ia when burnt and inhaled-- small 
hourglass figure on the four-wall 
room and ceiling and floor, as if 
everywhere, which is okay with me 
and if you asked it's just right; 

feeling like a deep sleep with an 
epic dream sequence, something to 
make a film out of, and not every 
thing in our lives is beautiful.. 
hark who's talking mumbler of ap- 

parent revelations and you've had 
your 15 minutes of fame-- i want- 
ed to extend my limbs skyward all 
in celebration of the mathematics 
that allow us to combine two into 

one, sometimes-- a folk festival, 
a ring around the rosie, and been 
waiting for someone to drop trou: 
that would mean i'm never ashamed 
again, which'd been yours anyway.

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