Acrylic and All
I feel a little bit better
As the weather warms and the sun heats
what happens to be left
Of me
Little ancient bits of bone and all the tired
Flesh and cool skin
Pulled over me in heap.
Most everyone I know is most likely
Still fast asleep,
We are only looking deep inside of
Something I made up anyway.
What is there to harm
To fantasy
To little scrabbles of letter I put together
Just to charm you anyway
That is all anyway.
The radio plays much too loudly
And the reception is far from good
All it can be either of us
Is noise,
Drowning, stifling noice,
The dream was my responisiblity
To begin with,
So all this history
Is a mess of
Colors and waves
And cardboard cut out things
Just to charm you anyway.


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-R-
Something I made up anyway." is life
R
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