Lets place the secret leaves
on our shoulders and fuck
till' we turn to stone sculptures
that never rest in this house.
And in time all things passed
and the two statues remained
intertwined in the wildest
pose.
The town was left to admire
the figures that now sat in
the park.
For hundreds of years
they were idolized
and photographed
and praised.
Bob the groundskeeper,
just doing his job and
following orders,
made a couple hundred
extra bucks one day
when he took a sledge hammer
to the monument.

03/06/2009

Posted on 03/06/2009
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