Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Epiphyseal Line

You grow longitudinally to me

reveling in the constant ebb

of our flirtation

with catastrophe of fiction.


Reveling in the constant ebb

we rolled from side to side in gravel

with catastrophe of fiction

the only disclaimer.


We rolled from side to side in gravel

ravenous roaring rebels

the only disclaimer

is acidic results of my lips on your knuckles.


Ravenous roaring rebels

throwing Clementine’s at passing cars

is acidic results of my lips on your knuckles

the ache of stale breath.


Throwing Clementine’s at passing cars

our flirtation

the ache of stale breath

you grow longitudinally to me.

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