shhfft the cap comes off
little bubbles
dark and bitter
soothe my thoughts
dull my wit
elongate time
in time I wander
about the corners
to no end
unplugged and careless
before the end
after the beginning
salt on my tongue
my eyelids falling
time to renew
quiet falls
light escapes
canines snore at my feet
a list awaits
good ideas writ small
for tomorrow's light
3 comments:
when I saw the title of your poem, I immediately thought, "vibrator?" because I am always in the gutter. After reading it, thought, I thought, margarita. :)
You write some of the best poems.
Yeah, cause guys are all about vibrators.
Wha?
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