Submerged in gallons you are,
waters edging on heart attack–
sipping off the wrinkles in your neck.
Pruny prude,
walk on ripples you wish you could–
instead your air pockets
eat you from floating skirt up,
and you lick the chapters from your lips.
Bulbous lights flicker above the pungency
in molded rendition,
ode to the way you’ll die
and haunt me.
So, landscape or portrait on gradient land?
How will you sprawl,
between sewer wall and rat song?
You lick the chapters from your lips…
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You can go ahead and remove my blog from the Alliance, as I don’t appreciate strangers, or anyone ordering me to change things on my blog. Trust me, your “Alliance” isn’t that important to me. Also, don’t post comments like this on my poetry, ever.
i agree! this is her blog and she can do whatever she wants on it thank you