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by Narph Nov 20, 2014 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Pill, compel, Parnell, and yokes cracked clean on cold metal bowls, this is where my mind has flown. Papers spread like lady's fans fit for hide and seek, on the floor, on the bed certainly not forming in my head. I'm three days in three days less sleep and resting means... resting means... arresting means... Thesaurus jiggle, jungle party, jingle bells and jingled belles beasted, breasted ruby throated, papers tiled, walls walls walls, galls keep insects safe and warm, like leafy homes for Christmas spirits, oh oh Ho, Ho, hark how this continues concludes contributes to the bleak procrastinating will, and I will, I will, I will finish this paper someday. *2011