4/20/12


Stoned in this bath and you melt
Lavender smashed petals slick
Every tanker spilt now
Does not ground bird flight
As you

Not noticing lines as you biting
Your apple actually the wet core
There is skin not flesh and thinking-
Green skin too loose a precision

Chemical moves around our laughing
A sticker some grocer abjects in code
In variance of small lines- On its apple
Your naked as the sticker consumes to
O nakedness clearly lines consummated

There is a man-name                       John
That loves still a man-name         Dana

Long before you enter in this bath
And old grass- that wind still beaus
Still grass blows and there is space

There is a terrible thing in apple eating
While your prospect is still before me 

No comments:

Post a Comment