Forgetting
Forgetting does have a color.
You remember the miracle
now spit in your hands and pray.
I'm talking to you, friend.
Jet clean mouth, swallow a dime,
a quarter--get a brain massage
with a roll of nickels.
Panic while you munch
on some digital jerky.
By fright or by clown
we've grown weary--no laughing
someone's sighing
goodbye goodbye.
You remember the miracle
now spit in your hands and pray.
I'm talking to you, friend.
Jet clean mouth, swallow a dime,
a quarter--get a brain massage
with a roll of nickels.
Panic while you munch
on some digital jerky.
By fright or by clown
we've grown weary--no laughing
someone's sighing
goodbye goodbye.
posted by Todd Colby at 6:28 AM
2 Comments:
By fright or by clown, I promise not to let you the motherf*ck down.
Although, by just using an asterix to hide my true self in honor of other's sensitivities, I think I just let you down terribly. ---sincerely, to some degree, jenny juristo morrison!!!
True self is OTHER!
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