ivy
pistols poisons and peroxides
what changes colors but not dye,
what makes you look in my eye
and keep all the things that must cry.
tell me how high i must go till goodbye,
since the rush is a crush and i can’t take much
the waves like a flush, nothing underneath not even a plush.
when i get there all i’ll be is gush; but that’s not
much to touch since everyone is in such a rush.
(2012)
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