by Zachary L. Power
Words will
Always bring vowels to their knees
Sentences will
Always clean up words with towels instinctively
Bring me your proverbs and burn them to ashes
Bury them beside One Million eye lashes
I need you to cut off the pipeline you're pirating
You need to do this too and you'll know why when it's time to
Tickled to see you
We are from afar
With fiber-optic eyeballs and satellite dishes
A real feast will be the release of Ten Thousand tongue twitches
I'll tickle your brain with my diction
I'll stir up your memories in my kitchen
I'll eat your new fiction and sell it as a fraction of what's captioned
Tell me I'm honest and I'll stick to you like the truth does
Words
Always
Sentence Us
No more puppets.
[I missed out on the free Slurpees at 7-11, but the Bright Black Light is no stranger to free Coffees!]
Saturday, August 8, 2009
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