Friday, February 24, 2012

blue note

I kicked ass cloud

spitting passion

I walk on earth

making out in the sun

I pry up her eyes

leaned wearily

impaled on the work of the moon

back up to stabbing

could not pout stars

sow rolling trees

sweat pouring

blood boil

I shook on it

and argh, -

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