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By j. knipp Date: 2005 Feb 20 Comment on this Work [[2005.02.20.13.13.22920]] |
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Sunrays And Eager Days Bright air beckoned by thirsty lungs Thinking Thinking of Somone Ticking, Ticking past 11 to 12 Unto 1. Still stuck around the foci of outstretched hands. One so quickened the other moving in reactionary fractions: 5 years of 12 months pass on only as the slumbering minute yawns forth. Sunrays And eager days Bright air beckoned by thirsty lungs Still thinking between the Clicking,thinking,ticking,thinking Better to be hollow headed Down the road Apologizing As I split in twain the air before me I let it buffet my cheeks And rush down the spidering caves of my chest Ransoming it for reprieve Better to crush the face beneath tires To break arms and hours So that thinking and ticking is Breathing The steady paced though of the lungs In and right, out and right, in and right... Crushing the face and its arms beneath Eager daze with sunrays Split the air for a mind-cage get-away. My exhale is hurricane My inhale whirlpool novocaine And thoughts and tocks... Deciphering the vanishing point of my flanks |