A restful Moon (pub poem)
Complacent serpents
Uncoil themselves in milky,
Sour, fizzy nights.
Their waning presence
Begets iconic traces
In their stagnant past.
Uncoil themselves in milky,
Sour, fizzy nights.
Their waning presence
Begets iconic traces
In their stagnant past.
posted by Brindle | 1:40 AM
3 Comments:
I think it's brilliant. But it makes me feel like committing spermicide.
What doesn't?
Ha ha :-) Every sperm is sacred
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