eyes dark and still
dead pool of icy ink
spreading chill
as you give me head
sucking away the stink
of love care and all that shit
.
the waves the waves
hit you in the gut
purple lobsters pop out
of thawing artic ice
.
only roaches in the mind
hairy feet tickle razor’s edge
when flipped they row
row row thick air
.
oh, I’m moving
trailing fluorescent stink
upside down and clawing air
a new era dawns
!
2 comments:
indeed...
now there is rapsody in poetry. when roaches steal your midnight winks ;-)
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