Rhythm Ecstatic

Mar 01, 2006 15:30

Meager America under an immense black mouth.
Lick myself.
Giggle! Stagger.
Solitary Angel
who I slip on like summer.
An imagined prison,
as weeds blossom,
bound by wet thought and garden oil.
Never drip after your tiny stone,
girl machine.
I remember feeling soothed in sound.
Paradise Café.
Leave dizzy urge
-Rhythm ecstatic

Drama Club is awesome.
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