(bl-O-g)
some poems
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
The Wripples of My Pants, Universe, Subconscious, Bed
The wrinkles in my pants
are the endless ripples of the universe
bending with time and force
but never releasing my subconscious
wonders what is happening and
I myself shatter returning to the bed
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