a work in progress
Posted to Action Poetry
by slog on 2003-04-02 13:18:00
torment tumult eternal ghosts that tie to the tomb,
with whispery hands and near delight
with sappy eyes and unharnessed delight with passion kiss and smacking lips with broken tooth and the lights of alaska in the month of june with unholy might and saffire surprise with unkept hair and the whole realm of de noir unhappy thoughts and words alike trapping velvet life and moving feet and reckless beat animal screams bottles of jim beam walk the plank as i smoke dank see the tie that binds cannot cross the path of the blind mission complete spent 7 days high on tweak laughing robbers and dirty showers perverted flowers on the bed taking the cherry thinking of the virgin mary
