Wednesday, April 17, 2013

random draft -----

I hide
in my top-secret fort beneath them
draped along tree tops 
heavy they lay
folding in shadow
whispering reasons
to scribble and nap
licking fingers
much sweeter
wearing braids in my hair
singing arpeggios 
swinging sheets from the branches
as the sun cries impatient
with its scales of shouldbes 
and notenoughs 
and whynots
and toolates
its broken shame finger
bounced from my 
supercool club. 

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