The type of fetus
you can see through
When your son's
in a bowl
You don't ask for
salt

Lick one cheek
and slice the other

Sunglasses at night are
Lightning bugs in a jar

Clouds in my diet
I am beginning to feel
lighter

Me not You

The breasts heaved from behind a golden mold
of armor
Her tears froze before they hit the ground
and formed tiny daggers that blah
They stabbed his corpse blah

Not very exciting since you
no longer read these

Buried from the neck down I could ask
her
"Did god paint you or are you
just fucking dark?"

If I could just contort enough
to blow myself to sleep
Sticking my fingers in her and pushing up
and to the left
would be much more pleasurable
for the both of us
I guess

05/25/2008

Posted on 05/26/2008
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