2003-05-15

Cuthulu-head plants
Hang around the alley
While I try to interpret
The mutterings of a dead man
The four corners
Are packed with beauty
There are people
Who are way to overdressed
To be going for a walk
And I'm taking inventory
Counting your breaths
And everytime your lips move
In a herculean effort
To avoid kissing them
Not out of lust
Or what we call love
But just because
They look like they could use it

~Matt Magus

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