When you let anything get as close as
your toothbrush,
It can fill up your ears from the bass
to hairbrush,
and so it was with my ears and your
words,
Whether they did me no favors or worse.
I drank this sweet honey of silver
siren's song.
In the decadent ease, I just floated
along
My feet pointing downstream, best for
warding off rocks,
For the jolt of collision might my mind
unlock.
No comments:
Post a Comment