Wednesday, May 25, 2016

River

It was only an animal lapse
It was just music on its turnstile
A bouquet of limbs without bodies

Just Just That

It was only a penny I wanted to spend
The body the music
It comes inside for a bit

It was only an invitation

Made of water and fire and regret

The last makes it so sweet

Who wants lips without regret?

What chump?  what river of gump?

Looking in restaurant windows

Walking on cobblestones like a horse

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