chemical thinkers often sift their thoughts
past in ineffable motion
in the seat of a whirling; twisting ocean
thoughts sent out to an inedible space
space; odiferous poisons imbibed
by the spade
and loose our minds asymmetrical lace
woven through as fingers lack-grace
chemical children, chemical children
brought about by lengths of legs and
dangerous to brothers and kind-red
wishing they were children
with chemical minds
2 comments:
well, it sounds nice. i wish i could understand it, too. but so are my chemical desires.
You, my dear, are a chasm.
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