Personal, Passionate Truth
Olfactory, gustatory flight of mind chemicals
Ransom on a molecular taste
Fallen flowers abscond with recent soil
Burning candle oil to reminisce the paste
Its all leather and feather
Strap some animal sound
To make your carpet alive
Slinging carpeter's paint through hides
A cave in the carcass never bought or sold
Our marker is the target
To relive ample thought
Cash memory bounty with forgotten lambs
Slurpy through seaform mercury
The sea creatures in soupy climbing
Mixed up elements stashed on paper
Making houses and grave scrawlings
Bacon to banish the stress
Dumping down a one way mess
Township to impound thought
And go about its pattern
Its alright, its lather for babes
The construct we navigate through
Can never touch our personal, passionate truth
Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2012
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