Tuesday, April 2, 2013

There are Words for You


 
Conglomerate
abomination!
Unrelenting
turnip!

Involuted
root!
You are
not a fruit.

You’re barely
sentient mud.
You’ve
a penchant

for gratuitous
complexity.
You bleed
the thickest blood.

You’re a mole
without a purpose –
slowly
rolling

just below
the surface
in the rain.
Brain.








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