I never knew if I should chew you or watch chew you or watch
television through a straw like pirates. As the breeze shifted, clouds
broke and your finger slipped and popped my popped my
Cherry like a cap in your barrow Your barrow
filled with ashes of my laughter
and canvas tennis shoes. There wouldn't be much to base a crooked
Stick of butter like your nose to the sky and And
All is well once again in your selfish mind
So pop it and let the world refract in you.
-finished 8/15/2014 1:19:21 AM PST
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