The speckled clown gargles the puss
and squeezes outward and spews from her suckhole
out into the open midnight air as she
writhes uncontrollably on top of the sewer
grate as the sickness spills onto the street.
Spinning with crystal lips I glance into her
red wrapping paper eyes and in that moment
we realized we were insane and fucked on the road
with her glass braids smacking against her tits and
my tin foil hands shoved in her mouth.

05/27/2009

Posted on 05/27/2009
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