Wednesday, December 25, 2013


You'll never look into strawberry eyes
Your Gargemel trust fund forbodes in the light
Your cinnamon sawdust rephrases your pain
While Beatrix Potter salutes a refrain-
      A note played so loudly
    It follows us down
      Past small glacier fountains
    & fastenal gowns

Your eyes are like temples
Your face is a throne
A wide octave flashbulb
A voice that is known

Your sound is a rythym of charioteers
A moss covered engine
To filter your years
A piston triumphant
In lunacy cares.

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