We are in love
With our own misconduct
Running down corridors
Knocking on windows.
With our own misconduct
Running down corridors
Knocking on windows.
We are a fast and heady
Whirlwind of limbs
A tangle of notions
Flung to the fates.
Whirlwind of limbs
A tangle of notions
Flung to the fates.
We are bramble:
Sweet and scratchy,
A patchwork clan,
A gad-about-towning
Sweet and scratchy,
A patchwork clan,
A gad-about-towning
Crown us and gown us
With the clouts of
Our own demise, but
We'll surprise you
With the clouts of
Our own demise, but
We'll surprise you
A stumble tumbles
Into a dance move,
A suture for our
Brief frowns
Into a dance move,
A suture for our
Brief frowns
You might surround us
But we'll astound you.
Don't try to trip us,
We'll only skip,
Hop, and jump,
Surfing our love
For this hurly-burly world.
But we'll astound you.
Don't try to trip us,
We'll only skip,
Hop, and jump,
Surfing our love
For this hurly-burly world.
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The first two lines of this were taken from Spike Daely's poetry blog - https://spikedaeley.wordpress.com/ - go check it out!
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