leOxymoranist

My body forward folds and sadness drips as the air steams with the smell of apple chips, as i watch the shifts of my molds. My soles, they bunch up and scowl at the asphalt sea as the weeds grow, let them be, let them be. My eyes they twitch at the sight of natures itch to be set free. cant you see, cant you see? My fortress of artificial salience, you keep my beloved noise at bay. My senses they acquiesce to the forced silence. Nature, nature. They keep you from your say. My indoor animals they do not sing They hum low, monotone   is their song and natures liquid makes them sting my fingertips. They have no need to burrow. They have no