Poco Purido

i have parched lips dripping on a highway mind
besides your heart
i dreamed and see cotton-candy
buzzards so drawn into your love

i forget i cannot go there into your dead
soul-cage heart ~ Gay! Captivating word
for this priceless Age ! A world now known
for renowned investigators of cellophane
purple umbilical nooses .

A dictum of a new world!

And a priceless Miss(believe it or)loose souls are a certain young
(fe)male confused in our society to betray the noose (oh hum)
give me a gun! So Miss(believe it or answer did (s)he meet the libido or cut that soul of baby breath
or the highness of a higher mind? So time slows down and i give you a poco purido to contemplate your
Pieces out-of-water-fish dancing dry death — so they sing, “we don’t know what it is…
don’t know what it means.

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