|03-22-2006, 08:52 AM||#1|
.hope is so depressing.
thrushed; threshed and thrashed.
slashed in a scythe of curled
few could be so blue
bruise of black cauliflower blood
of rosemary without time.
climb. outta the pit bull
red sky flows of language of
squat in over my heaven disease
oxygen squeezed from knees and rusted lungs
into forms and shapes slips from eyes heart slung
a catapult cattapillar paua
grisly mutant in wettnesses glide
the hover jus another
Last edited by Wylde; 04-03-2006 at 02:57 AM.
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