rolling over with equisit form <br />yawning, gnawing, covered with warm <br />sentiments, nothing is complex <br />but all, very simple in context <br /> <br />snails pace, bumped and bruised <br />scents of decay smeared with muse <br />laughter, trigger pulled, covers gone <br />innards quiver, chilly fear of dawn <br /> <br />placed below, just between ends <br />hanging frantic to unwraveled threads <br />slippage, fallen, diving, dead <br />ended, reverted, incarnate -red!<br /><br />Reginald Goodridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-sloth/
