n00d f0t0s
'It does not work' I say as I thumb the dumbbox. It's square and
soft
It's like a distant mirror
that I hold to my chest. When I look
into it I see the rest of us.
I ride so fast over to your place
I try to go, but lights stop me, there
glowing always stops me from going
& at the bottom of the hill you are
sleeping with me, but these actions
haven't happened since the dawning
of spring, get it together.
My legs, they ache as they grow &
grow so wide with blood flow
wrapped around the dreams in which
you pump into me.
I'll kiss your busted knee.
Ladies and gents, Nov 2nd is the devil's birthday.