Oct 04, 2005 17:34
Lapse pattern sleeping solutions,
ask me to stay the night
in all infinite innocence
inundated conclusions.
Stale, un[diluted] and pale
we:(the scattered scared)
first-hand/open-walled
the glistening gale's porch rail.
Blue creeped on orange acid-wash
like a pallid and worm-like
convulsion. Convoluted we've made
our complicated emotions mosh.
Like children we slurp our shakes,
riveted upon the tinkle of a spoon
scraping glass bottoms. Ouch.
I'm lunging blind to soothe my aches.
jANGle! Ears get plowed with the drop;
the Drop of plea written on my breath.
My heart dollops the drops like
Easter eggs hidden on the refrigerator top.
This is my colorful heart
on
Confusion.
.spLAT.
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It's been a month since I'd written anything new, so I devoted today to writing. I shall write more. And post more. I promise, loves.