Friday, May 12, 2017

Crab-like Through the Wasteland

I get my kicks by
Throwing bricks
Into the shop windows
Of your mind
I use sly tricks to
Catch your eye
Looking slick
And dancing sideways
Crab-like
Through
The wasteland
That is your soul
It is you however child
With control
Your body is an oasis
And perfect flawless
As is your mouth and your eyes
These which I dance through
Crab-like
To find the
Wasteland
Of your soul
The winds of which
Nothing
May withstand

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