Saturday, May 18, 2013

Supreme Flesh. Internal Degree Thrust.

You in your blue limitations appeal
not only to the lemon yellows,
but to the feline orange as well.
I had a date made just so I can break it
as if my simple sage green saga
continued to flourish into
multitudes of tidal wave anatomy.
Mother broke the supper,
Father spoke too soon,
sons and daughters fought in water
while grandparents smoked the lagoon.

In regards to the flesh, our largest organ,
we do not immediately protect.
Races are never won when we only
live in one very small planet.

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