what do i know about you?
Ode to the Soap
CLEAN
in one thousand milligrams
filling the vestibule
to my innards
of nothing
and the far-away
The manufactured mystery
muted,
fluxed,
tenuous silence
swallowed by echoes
The child
in white innocence
makes irridescent globes
to float;
to fall;
to dry-
a layer thinner
half coalesced
into flesh
In bitter lather
the final film slides
down the dismal
drain.
you are my iconic sexy beast and i think i <3 you. woah. =)
pablo neruda imitation of Odas Elementas for FA 105; CW.
o4/o7/o6