the allfather is
all around us
the tree that is pinned to
my shirt
i wipe the smudges away
and count to nine
nine
nine
nine
just like the beatles
just like the end of
the world
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Sunday Nights are for Lovers
I throw words around
don't worry I know
I'm an ENTP
'yes, you certainly dominated everything'
Yes, I certainly did
I don't know if you're throwing words around
but I like your words
I open them up like little gifts
tightly knotted sometimes because
I seem to leave you
tongue-tied
Sick
--full of mucus
tired as hell
ready for snow to fall
from those low, heavy clouds
onto my shoulders
I'll wear it like a blanket
and go the fuck to sleep.
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