Monday, May 17, 2010

a nest (with socks)

oh, my deer,
where has the time gone?
flown the coop,
grew a tree,
will we soon find a nest?
anything without prickles
and the ickles of thorns.
of water drops, leak from the roots
of the tree clouds
branches drenched in blue,
drowning in sky.
is this where we reside?
shall we survive
on nothing but rain?
between our toes
i sniffle my nose
to breathe in the new cocaine.

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