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...the best independent ISP in the Twin Cities
Spring on a new world,
songs to a harvest of
asphalt and shopping carts'
arrogance bred from futility and hummed
to a caretakers 'auld lang syne'
of a world
still left breathing.
Remember the salt in the quarry
drill bits and thorns up the arse,
coiffeurs smoke bury the jury
polebears are many too one...
We can't unfasten her buttons
we struggle succor, sweet sun
lord is a memory forgotten
Wheat pilfered, brittled or none
...A stranger is wetting their trousers
...I smell the smoke in her eyes
...next time I share these same cottons
...Jesus or Judah we lie
They're but a flash in the fire
and a flash in the fire, I know
are choirs sweet merry forgotten...while
I simply cock, lock & load.
Vacillations which spread
whispers to thunders
as the lips part,
accolades mercurial jitter
form in procession to
a closing fifth.
Soon the tamarind arms unfold,
Orange skin drenched to temples' weaving strands,
dark strays and catacomb footmaps
And the eyes, bitter-sweet toffy
strong as an aftertaste lingers
of disguised rouge,
air and water,