Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Bathroom Ice Cream Forevers

Permanence gets dull with use and wears off/down/out
felt-tip marker in the drizzle of working life souls complete
uneven-able mistakes sleeping behind office doorways about to be closed
hard by mexican cleaners growing- old- to die on steps outside
that apartment complex scoffed at coackroach fantasy weaving
an intangible dialogue of vanilla ice cream-jimmies rainbowed lasting love
with which I held your hand
to read
to ignore
maddeningly low
and soap could wish to leave it's stain like crying scum in bathrooms wrecking ball reality

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