July 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016
I used to be a slightly handsome
this happened. . . .
Almost tonight, let’s not and say we did.
I used to be a slightly handsome boy, then
this happened. It has been likened to an army
of pebbles rolling down. OK, so adhere.
See if that gets us somewhere. By which I mean
over here. On the air tonight, racial smog
in the country of loved ones.
Come in, anyway, anywhere but in the hamper.
It’s good, I’ll fix it up, lack of full mentorship
the night you were going to stay up late
and I wasn’t even a child anymore
with no elastic purse. What’s nubian
state flower? In the house and everywhere,
but what does that get me? . . . could you just smell somebody,
tiny breakers hitting the relaxed shore.
You put your foot out.
Leave it or kiss it,
or even two years ago.
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July 27, 2016