Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear
Nameless dear of the open day broadened
Dweller of the louded crowd and open desert
Atheist man woman, all things to me when I turn sighing
What time of day do you hear on busy street corners with
rolexs on armani limbs?
What late to break news dances calendar shifted on your t.v.
behind a shaky camera joe?
Which pulitzer presenter enlightens you to the hows and whys
of who raped who?
When does your American commercial hunter give inches to
scheduled programs on Thursdays evenings lust?
Do the lobes and eardrums of your Oklahomas pulsate to the
indy pump odysseus?
Plotlines fumbling to come to a point in three dimensional
web lands urban
Slovak miners mixing threads on your drowning couch while
you buy time
Cognizance coagulating in your blind eye just like my
strong one
Reason for writing:
I wrote this about whether or not the person I'll spend the rest of my life with will share my opinions.
Birth sign: Taurus
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