Yarns
miniatures (I)
Yarn
“you never had a sister that I didn’t like” stone cold fox twisted and tucked behind an ear lobe your continuous forearm is readable on rye bread punctured yet punched into a toaster a beach house stands stoic on stilts of course it waivers, peeking out of clouds take a chance and flip flop in thongs with icing laced ankle straps slapping against pavement the fine grained remnants of city streets a creation of knitted fibers interlocked
URGENT:
I am telling you today because tomorrow is
over already and wasted
ps. this is how you convey fanciful yet futile
Yarn
“you never had a sister that I didn’t like” stone cold fox twisted and tucked behind an ear lobe your continuous forearm is readable on rye bread punctured yet punched into a toaster a beach house stands stoic on stilts of course it waivers, peeking out of clouds take a chance and flip flop in thongs with icing laced ankle straps slapping against pavement the fine grained remnants of city streets a creation of knitted fibers interlocked
URGENT:
I am telling you today because tomorrow is
over already and wasted
ps. this is how you convey fanciful yet futile
1 Comments:
that poem is hooverphonic
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