Wednesday 15 July 2015

honeydew

what would wallace say about that 
that honeydew
he would say say like that
like honeydew
ambiguous blue pumps dancing on the ceiling (or green)
kundalini ruff riding
but for breathing so silent
time migrating from moments
and cousins of cousins of moments
any moment 
now
like clockwork
to the power newton
dew done drop drop on designated spots
possing wet
learning is only really remembering stuff u will again again forget
romps on boulevards 
+ embassies prima facie sensations
quid pro quo but it shouldnt even count
together i climb inside one another
a historian in a delorean
make a pitstop
slicks on treacle streets
from the belly of the aphid
so sweet
to do wherever 
it must be
for rare air
now: breathe
 

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