Cut upIs not blood getting old And cut skin tired All the beautifully dead Fashionably messed And razor wired. This they call dark To be brutally expired A procession of piranhas and sharks Regurgitate lamely once the starting pistol’s fired.Cut up
Breakfast in MaineHow the rings dissolve from my volume 10 earsBreakfast in Maine
when I recall South Portland even on a road by the airport (there called a Jetway) the planes come and go calmly like lively chalk coloured, discreet leaves coming to and from heaven as it pleases
I forgot the chaos when I recall the coffee and how nobody felt the urge to speak by the breakfast buffet how conversation seemed too loud indeed, thankfully unnecessary.
how the sound of spoons tickling the sugar about cups became poetry; how words could be seen everywhere
without
Kissed the girls and made them cry
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.
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This is my signature. It is awesome.
(is it really any surprise that I pulled "ick" out of my ass? I mean really.)
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This is my signature. It is awesome.
I hope you had a HAPPY one!
and see ya next year...
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