Friday, September 2, 2011

Blue Lights

Dusk mixed parable
licking my chin.I lost a marble
spinning adrift.wincing
when i
of combustion in confusion..

stars sparkle on high seas

more questions
blinking so fast
off the freeze

cold hands
a hacking weeze
so polite with my please(pleas)
piecing a poem
like a puzzle

the edges re arrange
piercing the juts while i guzzle:

cuddling cheap


slanting my chicago

soul with holes

old an un grown

an unknown cracking

in ah blue lights blinking

im basking..

im asking..

no thinking

just asking..

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