Sunday, February 12, 2012

silly ambassadors shout obscenities to frozen lilacs and green eyes,
while we guzzle bottles of red wine,
labels coated with rolling papers
and freezers opened to
half eaten gallons of ice-cream,

we don't sleep, we chant, still awake to count the strands of darkness
as we pass gladly beyond pure minds and into convolution

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