Monday, January 14, 2013

Bloated

tongue slobber lip slup
of pastries puffed hollow
with phantom flicks of wrists

in the lull of sticky sweet
they knock unnoticed

still they stick
to the skull

and drill
the fist of if
into arteries of sun smell
and tree taste

painted on foot soles
all leads to if
and appetite

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