Blue Ribbon Romance
Clear blue sky eats its waythru white cookies of cloud.
as birds of sight stake the way
of my star gazing eye.
the pointing compass of my heart.
gather together me into human form
and dreams of eternity in her eye.
Revives my dead identity.
As she had
no eyes, no ears.
no lips, no nose.
she still wept diamonds
and sang like a
river of pearling beauty.
Poetry by asshole
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Written on 2009-01-05 at 06:37
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