poetry falcon's Post

also uplifting is the drop past quondam colored sleep cliffs followed by minutes of meticluous mellifluous kids bashed with blue brushes in suspended apothegms turning death decay into stray things as creamy and pansophical as octagons because age runs away from every predator barking and blowing obvious bells at night and day prey like a natural bastard of weight motion would say we've earned this trenchant treacle trickling down our cumulonimbus leather elmer evocation of glaborous space spires but nothing bellicose will come of concomitantly willing wang-jawed disciples of prosodic hanging energy sun swallowed by the ivory fool in a red vest
By: via poetry falcon