hid your stash

by Raynequeen

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-06-28 20:35:00

Parent message is 221036
build yourself an ark
and save me from the trash
that haunt
the trash
that taunt
the rash
that doesn’t come around here
when i’m here
hearing the healing coming down like syrup from tall maples on a farm somewhere in. . .. ten ten ten
ten seas flowing slowing
glowing with bioillumine . . . your essence it brings me breath taken
break faking
your having too good a time
you must not know what your breaking