Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Tangerine Nightmares

My lushes
  tearing holes
Upon souls,
    unleashing fear
That has a luster.
    The beautiful
Cellar door,
  So false and
Hiding lies that
    stench
Like christmas morning.
    I yearn
For bright dreams
    And not
Tangerine nightmares.

4-22-10
 


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