they are so elegant in their everything
can you feel them seeping into you
through the air, alongside myself and with our brethren
there we are , us each and all
quite contented with the jubilant madness
i dream of wooded nooks wherein we will galavant
the tributary salivated at the gulf
the ocean received her and she swam up inside them
we faltered, following on crutches
the water rushed inside her
the air was all that was left and it was gone from within her
i breathed it in on the side of the boat
as crisp as any december morning
the vertical lines and the horizontal smiles
we all have spells of it
vertigo
like stratego, like vertigo, like the circumpherence
like the distance between my x and you y
like the distance between your ex and my why?
we are involved in this insipid installation
turkeys can certainly not fly
and there she stood
her shadow bast on the sidewalk near my feet and i looked up at her
how majestic in her misanthropic glory
that wooden christmas deer upon a makeshift rolling hill
i hopped upon her and acted like i was riding a horse
but she did not buck
she did not bend or waiver
her strength lay in just that, her unmoving nature
she had me in her grasps at that!
I could not flee having lost
i could not give in
so i stared at her staring at me with those dead eyes
she was dreaming of cairo or so i though oh so many times
those black dead reindeer eyes met my oceans and we swam together
through the sewer grate she glared
through the sewer grate she stared
and he was frozen
so stately he looked in his final moment before they met
she had wished he would always stay that way
when they were engrossed in congress
when he slept
in the shower
as he applied his weight to her
she would scratch at him like a dirty bob-cat
and he would growl like a feral hound-dog
and there they were on a street in some city on that day they never met
so stately he looked in that final moment as he met the bus a-mid stride
there is a field to be laid to waste
there is a post-it posted post haste
verily and under no circumstance shall we utter
excited utterances that leave us incarcerated within our own words
within our own sewer grates without a care in the world
do you hear the re-runs of x-files playing in your head?
do you see me vapidly playing dead alongside my bed
does it make you cry?
you are an albatross!
(note to reader, all of this is inane)
k thx!~
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