7.11.14

Procrasti-taste


A luxurious foot-tapping distraction of
you walk in and I suddenly breathe
poetry as though contemplating red
brick and desperately clinging autumn
leaves is sketching intricate
blueprints measuring each tender
angle and being reminded that my
god Purdy was right things are
alive and squelching with desire



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