fiestaA Poem by ICS
stimulate me, I
for that which my eyes do more than revealed more still than hidden forbidden down trodden treaded threaded rusty needle volkswagon beetle sewing so social socialites might become weak so to speak nap time back awake baked shaken not stirred dizzy vision as gravity grips glass thinner as time grips us away back mind in rhythm feelings beyond expression understanding beyond still can't keep from rhyming i find it a thrill and what is this i who's now lowercase something has happened? what, a disgrace? no not quite really it's something you know it's party of you when you, you does go © 2010 ICS |
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Added on February 19, 2010 Last Updated on February 23, 2010 Author
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