Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Suspect



Particular mode should not go,
Red Sea is filled with me.

Minerals rich, they always bitch,
there is just not enough of me.

Robbing, raping, evaporating,
try ocean bed I bare.

Although I may originate
I rest but do not fair.

Essentially you see its me
the make-up in the store.

I often act, upon this tact,
superficially.

My mud I spread upon my skin,
a deep lore I will be.

To often not! 

There's so much caught
so suspiciously,
I heal.


K.A.P.
5/4/2009

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