red cum
call of the wild

creep on creaky wood to the back of the porch
where no one sits but everything lives

Neck bones crushing in my soft hand while
the better arm goes in you and grabs at your spine

Smile with me and hum the Cosby theme

"What should we wear to this thing?"

I asked her corpse again

"Fuck if I know Slacker, you've got all the right moves."

08/15/2008

Posted on 08/16/2008
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