Buddha’s Head

Posted by multo on March 16, 2008 · Leave a Comment 

For D: Buddha’s Head Like my heart Shattered Scattered Reckless handling Mindless rambling Explaining air Over and over No tap dance No sliding out I pin you Caught in thought Called for behavior You scramble Crab-ways From my glare Cold hard and disgusted Buddha’s body Disconnected Disrespected Accidental Your act was not Incidental Your motives were Monumental Cruel to joy Poorly chosen The glass before you Was never empty Overflowing Abundant Accepting You... Read More

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