by Author Name Withheld 131

Created on: September 23, 2009

Throw it out

Simple, soft, and heartfelt

My heart and home

Sit back

soft green

In the early

After noon

Six or ten

With a blue speck sunshine

Lone evening with a cool

Sunset, zipper-down late night

Easy begotten

And don't forget

the winged-tip seashell sensation

Never looking back Saint

Earnest in early blossoms

Heartbeats, endless morning

Nightfall

And the awakening

Into a freefall

Deadstopped, forgotten

But not in such

A bad way

Or as such in the daytime soft-echo

With the four-leaf snow-white

Sing-song

with a Tap, tap, tap

What else, and...

What else?

This is hardly even

Any sort of beginning

To describe the witching hour,

Manifesto, sick with evil late-night

Booze, or what not

But who would try to make an answer

Nonsense, idiot fool

Even worse gets thrown about

No one forgives or forgets

And who could hardly blame them?

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