I wanna have a competition and the person that writes the WORST poetry WINS...
Overnight you were brilliant
stuffing up the holes
words become fruitless and they buzz like ten thousand bees
this summer I am still hungry
hiding under my magicians coat
you taste like lime
posted by tippingthevelvet @ 8:44 PM
2 Comments:
At 11:08 PM,
Anonymous said…
i watch you from across the room
you lap your toungue, and stretch
simple
i observe the yogic symetry of this movement
the carpet is stained, and the scent of wild salmon fills the air
you own your ultimate bliss
while i am still waiting for mine
At 9:01 AM,
tippingthevelvet said…
good one sista!!! i am impressed.
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