Friday, December 30, 2005

She was a nimble cattle prod
void of cartoon audacity for a spoiled sunshine
Depressed by anvil parachutes
His labyrith tongue glazed
It was a dam anacids cooking slowly under ice stare

Shake me like the salt
running through my veins.
Drawing down the lines
navigate the maze

The cannons slept while penetrating
the abrupt horizon of a vacant child
She was a dripping handjob
from the widetoothed grin of a lion
Erroneous audacity drinking
an overflowing cup
icicles gripping the larnyx profile

1 comment:

shawnerickson78567954 said...

I read over your blog, and i found it inquisitive, you may find My Blog interesting. My blog is just about my day to day life, as a park ranger. So please Click Here To Read My Blog