a new one

 

Around and fallen

Dipped into

Clavical like a linger

Words can’t compete

There is too much dichotomy between them

they lay bored on the nylon tiles

And sing of a dream

We are all shaken

Fallen from a pear tree…

Beaten by the stick that!

Hoists the lazy hippy ass up

Toooo feed

There is a volume!

Between us… and them

There is a space, that Mexican waves

Upon ITself

Empty cups

Never get lifted

From anybodies!     table

Even if you were white

And love was black

Craniums often vomit

Mainly because they ate too many legumes

But the V man always did register as the “none too wiser”

Druken dribble

Tiredness (calms/falls/dies/rests/lays…it settles)