dawn
Dawn on artichoke
heart, facile the glittering
sound of glee. Red
trumpets tell of your
night: layered sting
and barrell tricks under
a dangerously low moon.
The ocean is alive
with salt, bouyant girl,
the best she's ever had
is down too far
for her to reach.
heart, facile the glittering
sound of glee. Red
trumpets tell of your
night: layered sting
and barrell tricks under
a dangerously low moon.
The ocean is alive
with salt, bouyant girl,
the best she's ever had
is down too far
for her to reach.
posted by Unknown at 8:54 AM
1 Comments:
wow, damn, this is good. i'm going to write "adjacently" to it, not building off your words, but off each line's ideas-- see how it goes.
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