To a beautiful woman

Pretty now. Let’s look back.
Withered roses and a hive
in the middle of a desert,
and bees made to eat their queen.
A cars begs wash me. Down Syndrome
Festival and kids in the sun
throwing all wrong. A cinema
on fire people watch for free.
So when you set your profile
in our mirror and stare
you’ll think even my knuckle there
can’t ruin what was so imperfect
to begin with it was perfect like age.


~ by Jeremy on February 1, 2011.

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