Jun 27, 2007 15:46
Barstool thunderstorms write the mood
as the prickly flippers bring us forth
to the scribbles of a nauseated mauvejay's whiskers
fun in the form of pebbles leaving behind a mindless path of carbonation bubbles,
generous curtains create stillness in the kitchen sink,
and front row views to an androphobic ex prince
shut down and reload our fingertip lives
the dry minds of steering wheels take cushions feverishly to the end
confetti arrivals lead to melancholy conch shells
and acid fears eat away the leftover toenails
and confusion inserts as the dreams are defaulted
lustful chandelier funerals
lethargic decay ensues