Friday, June 13, 2008

Slipshod Sonnet #17

Train wreck please the passing of
jasmine seems like a lifetime ago
see there was that dog a guitar
and a blood red faux velvet couch
left out in the rain just the way
happiness reminds you it has a
half life society of ill we deliver
is ew reviled backwards hey looks
like I finally have something to
run from hearing green grass grow
once watching paint scream feeling
that dry heave signals success cool
the way to dusty death turn left you
know to me it all looks the same.

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