From Road Hits to Oceans

by OrangeJuicePerez   Apr 19, 2012


My address now rests in a different residence.
Line's flat dead down, adrenaline drifted in a fret wreckage.
Shrills luckily blessed like sudden feet swept.
Still, must it seem set, how time's toughest feat's sweat?
Sweating it out, fretting tick rounds, forgetting fixed doubt.
Steady thin house, shed theme thick hows, snores fencing wind howls.
Peacefully sleeping through thick and thin.
Sheep's wool's weaved dreamings droop ticks as drips.
Efficiently consistent in free falling to co-exist with the cement.
A fish in leagues is done fishing fin fiend fallings, through road resisting, when frequency's frequent.
Satellite signals stay as static lice wiggle.
Shackle shy scribble, spray asthmatic tight tickles.
Catch was dry this pull: change back address lines when home.

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