The Language Barrier

May 6, 2013

Loosey goosey are the words that swim in my brain

the pool 77 percent filled of notions and devotions

they take trips to the blood park and slide

& I feel these words clog my veins

they wish to seep through my finger tips so elegantly and dance over sensitive skin

like ethereal angels languidly caressing the world with new thought.

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