Help I Knead

Help I Knead

A Poem by Soil Creep

         All I want to do is sniff some pews
And then if it is okay with hue I would too
     suffer pleasantries 
          and silkworm trumpeteers 
       and basket tapestries  
          without Carole
               King Me
          I can't breathe

© 2013 Soil Creep


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Added on January 7, 2013
Last Updated on January 7, 2013
Tags: art poetry postmodern

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Soil Creep
Soil Creep

Maryville, MO



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