Wednesday, November 09, 2011

Destroy Flower

You make perfect sense to me because
you'll know where to run along the river from me.
You are me now and then. Version: Mellow.
No one gets and summoning ghosts and soft hands.
Jabbing at the sugar, planting military kisses,
tortured on my team. I win. Fuck.
That can bring about change the scent of frenzy.
I wear a grey cotton twill work shirt
to work. Even as the hand shakes the sky
when people want to hold your hand
open a feeling for blacking out. Trusting
or wanting what smells good.


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