Hear the planes roar shred in silence
And the beeps in my ears
becuz my heart carries heaps
and bundles
of you
drown in a glass of beer
seconds
motions it seems
all nods
and the blinks
they have kept
stocked for weeks.
In my chest
Drawers made of butter
melty Oil bliss
but you applied for this job
sign in on the log
but I wanted you in there
wrangle the beast,
the one we didn’t know
not in the ______,
or the most.
t.flo2009
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