One of little sense.

[delirum_orchid]

I was feeling daring so I posted my latest poem. Please don't be to harsh if you want to comment on it, I'm sensitive.

{ Lunar Clock Speed }

Space time
my devil duck is knocking on the g l a s s door
I think sometimes
I need a devil duck to bring me more
quantity, more ice, more meat, more fragility
and all those words that explain me
and rhyme.

So, yeah
I think Tasha’s got some problems of her own
I think little teeny bits of him
effaced her point of view and drowsed
her mind.

Space time
endearment comes from yellow feet and
love is like a little duck it’s self, right?
I never know just when he’s back,
in all his feathered evilness
personable, but wrong and quacking
more lies

With closed eyes
your ptosis squirms closer
than the precious m o o n l i g h t
I bathe myself in cosmic dust, then
sprinting faster, I leap into my
carnage riot

And, I think sometimes
we're space time, after all.

Copyright, Delirum_Orchid.