As if art is good
at what it is.
As if bad was all
the rage.
And evil is doing
what it does next.
As if over
some itch.
And these purple flowers,
shadowy scratch-
pasted to this scabbed up wall.
With all the rainy karaoke
our world could ever want.
As if your colors
are to root for.
And the mud is so deep.
So wet.
It keeps the elbows dancing.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Moisture 10/13 VN
Moisture holds
the dust down.
To leave
one day hello.
Hellooo hellooooo
The indigo stains all ages.
And crows feet cradle
young mother's eye.
Time is worth nothing
at least very little here.
History is never at cost.
You can't pay it away.
And who you meet
And who you learn
Can make it hurt hard.
Justice is stupid like
so many words.
It's basically and barely
no longer.
the dust down.
To leave
one day hello.
Hellooo hellooooo
The indigo stains all ages.
And crows feet cradle
young mother's eye.
Time is worth nothing
at least very little here.
History is never at cost.
You can't pay it away.
And who you meet
And who you learn
Can make it hurt hard.
Justice is stupid like
so many words.
It's basically and barely
no longer.
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