Bussel-bussel.
cold-cold
Lively world cast from heavens hearth
like a leaf failing its giant home.
Uprooted, gone
away with the colors
away with the fun
Everyone here will Not Get Out Alive!
It is gone
we are gone
Not a drop of red stands fast
not a smirk or a quimer
pasts tainte lips
Some faces never change
still lost in the tides
Some bodies melt, re-invent
minds turn the wiser
Souls walk out from beneath the sulk
of a river long gone dry
Laugh laugh, blindly die
Learn, learn, turn your old hand
set it down and take three more.
Everybodies dancin'
Reason for writing:
bored in english comp college course class used ass
associations and free verse long prose scurring like
mice in open snow field drifts heavy and soft
like some fresh brain stuffed in a politician.
Birth sign: Not entered
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