Sunday afternoon

justam
justam Posts: 21,415
edited September 2012 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I want my edges blurred now
on this rainy, humid, afternoon
blurred like they are when everything is mingled, compressed, and sticky
together those cells are damp and smashed
c l o s e close thencloser
rub the separation between air and water away
erase the lines between to let the colors bleed together
a big pool of two
made into one warm, liquid
so like a fat throbbing sound
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  • Godfather.
    Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    yeahhh I love it !!!

    Godfather.
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    :D
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  • depopulationINC
    depopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    I know I am wrong...but it sounds like coming down off shrooms.
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key

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