Saturday, May 30, 2015

Swagger

I feel you in a Bugatti, my love; and so vicious, my love. And
imagine a Mercedes-Bens Sprinter, cracked and bleeding in
halves. Indeed, our African-jade tears; and only but a moment,
adrift a silent gem. Quartz fills a soul, praying Lamborghinis,
athirst for riches. And aqua-blue Bentleys flood a mind,
crying: I’m more than inferior. Oh how I love you, feuding a
black-diamond, and bluebird-dreams. You’re more my emerald—
a Witty Bugs, as hectic as Yosemite Sam. I’m such a devil, or
better said, an advocate, sailing a Ferrari. And her hair, heaving
gemstones: a Tasmanian fortune. Call us in a night, where
graffiti paints a moon, and gold platted braids swagger brightly.
I love us like pain is myth: active as a Road Runner, sketching
your eyes. So pop open a bag of Lay’s, rev a porch, and stab a
pedal, drifting into a Rolls Royce.            

PS.

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