Sunday, April 8, 2012

My Extracurricular Encampment

Topical tape
administered a face.
Blanket caves,
brutal shark shake.
Like earthquake gone high,
I refuse to levitate.
Milk turned sour,
forget a break,
musical box broken,
wound flashes open.
Unzip my jeans
and business is open.
No one see this occur.
Seasons stir the obscure.
I structured relief
to behave against me.
A struggle is worth more
then a gnat caught in a hole.

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