Wending tomorrow, she
will say that green gibbons
are the wave of yesteryear,
a lunar reservoir tip filled
with blue sand and Feng Shui.
Wending tomorrow, she
will say 'no,' will say this
has been long, this shadow
has grazed too near her spine.
Wending tomorrow, she,
sweet, will tilt or apologize, but
she will mince meaning, and
wending tomorrow she
will take that dignitary
floating in the rocks
like a skinny kitten to bed.
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2 comments:
by and large, uninteresting.
Meh.
I mean, it's alright. :)
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