sharks
i think if i went fishingit'd be on a big handful of boat
groaning on the ocean in a tin foil sunset
we could be claymated
out here i'm getting wood
you always wish the grass is greener
until it'sall gone up in smoke and
done up in antlers
a giant porpoise cries nose
like a wrinkled breast
beginning tomorrow i'm a fisher of men
to throw back most
the bait of blonde drunk alabaman tourists who
hunker down in water spouts and tempt the black
market
but news doesn't change anyone
& i'm growing out of my mind
publicadas por Ryan @ 11:37 a. m.
3 Comentarios:
"I'm growing out of my mind"
I like that
note the natalee holloway reference....
oh yes
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