Soul's Figural
i have parched lips dripping on a highway mind
besides your heart i dreamed and see cotton-candy buzzards
so drawn into your love i forgot i cannot go there
into your dead soul-cage heart ~
Gay! Captivating word for this priceless Age !
a world now known for renowned investigators of cellophane
purple umbilical nooses
A dictum of a new world!
And a priceless Miss(believe it or)fagots are a certain young
(fe)male confused in our society no betrays the noose (oh hum)
give me a gun! So Miss(believe it or answer
did (s)he meet the libido or cut that soul of baby breath or
the highness of a higher mind? So time slows down and i give you
a poco purido to contemplate your Pieces out-of-water-fish
dancing dry death -- so they sing, "we don't know what it...
don't know what it means."
:: 01062016 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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