and its all the same experiences
that we’re learning by rote
expressway to hell
in the depths of my tote
where i store the elixers
that fix her:
sand and doubt
observation,
sourkrout;
the stranger things we embrace
bridge the gaps we create
with ignorance
fear and hate
its my control of your taste
that’s tweaking
and grates
love from my soul
and debt to the old
and exchanges
the whole
with the
full
and the null
Posted on Sunday, 30 August 2009
for eli
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