Rage so V.I.P. even Jesus
was invited
Tall boring legs bending
inward toward the wood
I struck up a convo with God
as he pogo-sticked on his cross
down the dreamy street beside me

Where are you at with love?

I can remember a face splitting

A glistening grim from

A woman across the room

and I had stabbed six kittens

The cutest one purred it's way down

to a pathetic little whimper
before he conked out and gave up
like a pussy

WAIT GOD
GOD
That's enough for today

05/28/2008

Posted on 05/29/2008
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