Carry on carry on
love is bright like a diving dove
and we’re so messed
-up all overboard (oh i know i know
,i know hello?) missed your last
kiss-calling text it’s so sweet to
see you in a smart-
phone-bologna world and hello?
Hello? Hello?
My fresco heart moving
panting-painting assured bury the last time
when we kissed feeling stupid
i was a cutthroat love bleeding in your
cabbage garden of mere seeds of lust –hey
hello, hell, hell, hello//
we’re so overboard (hello) so over-torn
and the bee spits out nectar, and the robin
her egg and the monster it’s tears
hello, it was not as worse as last night
when little tribes from the forest marched
forth to burn the world//in the night-time
we’re so loose and so stupid all for albino
all for freedom! Yeah! Give me 4 olives
to sing about the werewolves in London
yeah.
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 