Monday, May 23, 2016

Hectic heretical the spectacle
indelible painted on…
Bombastic and elastic, such tragic
ways to die,
to yawn.

To force of invisible trains.
By way the mystery rings

I like this way it reeks of treason
Met halfway,  abandon’d of reason
I cry. Guess why?
I yawn.

Psychedelic is the relic
And a sock full’a secrets

why do



i yawn

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