Wednesday, April 13, 2011

salvage the dishes of poets sin bitches

solid gold necktie
peterbuilt landscapes
sounds of grey thunder
in clouds clapping down

toast with no butter
schoolgirl surrender
knees like bent flowers
crippled with mud

reasons lie silent
reasons for dreaming
clues left for clueless
in place of it all

tadpole lies drowning
visions of nectar
but in reality
stagnant water

blue-green algae
color fall
uck fay all yay
strip flop hooray...

come in the ay em
two thirty's okay
feel one more white pill
dissolve and portray

the senseless
while buttercups
breathe in
my day

one black model cerveza brings me back.....

i'm coming to join now
i was led astray
codeine and fed law
envelope bouquet

plum wine and wishes
drunk then fried fishes ;

.....say now the title....

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