Shoe
Black ship, kick the door!
Your language is dust
Cornered, sacred words
A forgotten sheep
Demanding a shift
Thunderstorm clouds attend
No one will notice, in the end
Incomplete carcasses
Diamond worm domain
In your prism-like universe
Fed on geometric shapes
Rhyme that door!
Run away!
Black ship, sail!
Smashing broccoli heads
Reach the portal in the rain
Floating bowl on cosmic haystacks
Look it up with my velvet spoon
Then join the silk, sonic blast
On the roof
Oh, but your hands are tied!
Symbiosis shall come in hand
Blow my steps way up high
(Balloons and thread look alike
When papered by fish in flight)
Spider my past into the air
And I shall take you there
Copyright © Cesar Cantu | Year Posted 2009
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