Thursday, October 15, 2009

10.15.2009


beautiful bits of buttercup sun,
vocabulary milk in a cup on a table
with a pack of cards next to it,
i mean cigarettes,
doesn't fail to impress the empress.
does it ever...
with long lost locks
and keys
and eyes of greasy delight
how come the moon doesn't fall out of place
and into that cup on the table
that's the only real question.

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