Give me a carnival death,
red and blue sno-cone on the lips.
She always fucks best when she smirks.

Twist corkscrew you, and plummet into the
earth, below the cracks that breathe beneath
our feet.
They are forever expanding and contracting much like my
house on 14 Dreamfuck Drive.

With the black picket fence
and the silent statue dog
up the dripping concrete driveway
she has the nerve to walk around here
with that cone hanging out of her face
in the shorts that defy gravity and deadly sins.

She locked her keys in the truck and my dicks in
the mailbox.

06/03/2009

Posted on 06/04/2009
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