underground
by caidoodle on Dec.21, 2011, under pomes, Writing
another round
you: the doer
me: the drowned
at least it ends now
at last we can
wow
i would a drone
an order outlast
the crowded backseat
we owned that rude
defeated the shifty-eyed
atlassed and rounded
droned it walked down
in wooded endowments
and redo
your adored me the
dew downed or wooded
you drew from my fingers
adorned in molasses
