Sunday, March 29, 2009

elephants tusk

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I tremble like mushrooms that create boom,
that wipe hair lines until it fades wounds
a smile last is always first introduced
the truth I curse has lost its proof
tick I fuck, tock I lust, ohh clock!
time is rough when responsibility isn’t enough
my messages are clear ocean thrusts
rusting away waves, oblivion I must
my minds enthusiastic behavior is short of brain dead
O behave less, lesser then what they said
a cookie monster, baggage snatcher
a political crook are like after hours
sleep and open eyes,
are as close to each other as religion and hope in mind
I’m sensitive!
and my neck is like stairs with giraffe hairs
(waiting for their reaction)
illuminating their stares like who cares