Verb, verb, verb you hurt my nouns <br />making me trust the tics, tremor is. <br />I need you, blind are my days, without <br />dark notes, beating breasts, in haste. <br />Fingers, twirl within, kneading my mind <br />to, into your fire, painfull are the eggs. <br />Will you come back for your chickens, <br />I will feed them the peanuts, with you.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/u-can-keep-the-peanuts/
