

symphony of a trampled bee.down and down and downsymphony of a trampled bee.
torch in hand, no face to be found we're descending.
do you think that underneath the happy eyes of leaves that scream beneath your feet as you s


blurand i am a weed in the rain again i am a ghost in the corner again i am a weed and if i open my leaves in the rain no one can see me cry-blur
and have you ever been that child have you ever been that weed have you ever been the harujion and waded through paper balls and foil and all the names they painted black upon your forehead have you washed away the egg yolks and the laughter and the lies have you sung in the rain just so you couldn't hear them hacking off your petals and have you ever walked to watch the ground counting cracks in the asphalt that ring like


a better pesticidei am not a garden there are things nailed to the walls in me and yellow-tongued insects that buzz in songs like sunshine or the memory of it and i am not a fish here waving dry fins in the sky there are needles in my stomach sometimes churning there with the laundry and the refuse and all the things i left nailed to the wall and swallowed last november and the seeds wind up my throat with wings made of petals that twist and curl i am not a garden choking on the thorns in my tongue and the roses buzz i miss my hammer, i singa better pesticide
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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I can bend minds with my spoon.
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