Saturday 13 June 2009

My new idea of a traditional poem

Come towards the sinister color of space,
wrapped in a teenage dark candled blanket.
Reflexitivity wrinkles the springs of a summer day
What you knew then.

Music and impetuous clever brain wrecks.
The energy of the day amplified by night.
Edible dreams burned off with laughter
and it felt to cry,too.

Understanding what to not agree upon.

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