Let her thighs fall through the skies
Alas a reckless village lives here
Whose mountain shoals and greasy caverns adorned
With faint wisps of ancient longing
Existing just to sleep with no snore.
From the basinless cliffs of dark days
And wondrous beasts of angelic haze
A book without strings attached, into a processional asthma
attack.
Move for me, your tricks are hooves of bespeckled pines and
Eskimo gaze
Another dance floor indeed as you scratch the canopy sun
before it’s paid
O glistening shoals and bodies laid
Gnashing souls battle over thee wretched clouds
That carry her whims, and paint them with rain
Broken hearts and shattered souls, all victim to heaven’s
praise
Oh rock the neck and cease to crave
Those tornfully schematic luscious graves
Weekends came and went in those seasoned days
With others unfurled, their wounds now paid
For too soon the body endures, countless baths of newfound
chaise
Cleveland hearts won’t miss the sun,
When their mildly processed joys ruin fun
Lovebirds here the song I pray
Refuge, come to days repaid
A wounder’s glimpse of liquid phrase
Goodnight fair moon and victor’s laze
Another day brings with it praise
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