Got a throat parched by life
a dry tongue stick //
got a road i’m riding on
dusty-eyelid vanish you
like a magic trick
a dry tongue stick
like an entourage of sick
ghosts limping wick
burning baby doom
burning baby boom
a dry tongue stick
i’m so sick —
catch the sun to dry
all inside my fire
it’s a heart: my heart
like a dry-tongue stick
going to make it stick
so cool but incendiary
heart(it’s my heart)
i could stir you like
a bloody mary-eye
it’s got to be a doom-
boom throat parched life
—a dry-tongue stick

:: 08-16-2015 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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