Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.


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I see you there.

Sitting on the edge of my glass.

A glow of sunshine

Against an icy ocean of evian.

I take you off,

A yellow crescent.

I set you to sail

In the Sear of a crystal cup.

You make my tongue

Bitter to your taste.

My tears fall down

My grinning cheeks.

Maybe I should not

Have squeezed you.


Written by uncannynerdyguy

March 3, 2010 at 11:53 am

Posted in Poetry

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