You are itYour a scary shade of greendappled in bloom.Graced with ostriches thatfloat among the balloons.Peeking up, aching downon the legs scattered in brown.Cracks texture your soft pink lips.Leaping hip bones stick outlike hills. Pecks round likemother hen's eggs. Towers ofyour obliques entrust your stature.Picket fences make up your bony back,crawling fingers trace the simplest linesa mind can't erase.Poor English floods your head,soot and gunk, as they say, meddle with your face.Troublesome are the expressions you conjure up.Tickles my heart pretty.kisses render my heart secure in your arms.Lovely little demons prance on the silver lining.Will it fall? Will it break like scattered flakes? Nobody knowsexcept London bridge. Cross your sweet counted toes now.
If OnlyIf for a moment people could stop,Take steps backward many times over,Recall their life a second after the bad news,Take an ounce of thought to remember it, andJust Stop The Schedule For One Second. Thank you
Like a BawssssI was marching to my own drumlifting my legs like a soldier.Old man played cardscheating the wits out ofglass eyed boy.Chuckles filled my throat.Oh the insanity that laid acrossthis town.
It's not that badWe're gonna run till our shoes fall off our backs.We're going to be feral in this love till it's been broken and tamed.Let this calm dream be ridden with venom and the succulent bird will fly.