Open Poetry #41 |
genevealation 33:12 |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
when we speak of the eleven a dime and a penny size of time erasing the strings to heaven in my judah shirt with no buttons running to my egypts often but there are no prophets there only the mothers in mirrors providing warnings stuffed in cigars the smoked to be noticed kind and so another day is unraveled unzipped and left to dangle over the piranha's grinning welcome and you ask me if I fear your god daark |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
You weave riddles and poetry so well. A |
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