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Sew that flag granny.

by Johnny Crimson

handcuff
double dutch
hiccup
bleach
44+1
put in mouth
enjoy your summer.

Her eyes cry soda
I'm lapping up
the sweet fuck sap
of her body that's
culminating and collecting
in a bowl on the floor
of the shower.

She steps through me
in the middle of the
night.
And she roams the house
alone, haunting
each room the same.

Eyes red without blinking
she cackles down the halls
and floats 6 inches from the
floor.

Maybe baby it's your age
but I've just never been
with someone so god dammed
translucent.

truck-stop
sneakers-squeaking
backseat-lullaby
axe bore-through
perfume-mask
scene ereased
guttural-groan

How is it that I can never
be as direct as I want with you
and it always ends up being wise-crack jokes
and sneak stares at your tits. Oh please god
someone save me from this lie and I pray that
my abs do something for her hormones as at least
to make honorable mention in ______'s "I'd do em' if
everyone else was dead." category.






05/05/2009

Posted on 05/05/2009
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Bradd Howard on 05/10/09 at 05:50 PM

love the line... "Maybe baby it's your age but I've just never been with someone so god dammed translucent." Lots of great images and words to chew on here. Thanks for the write.

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