A short Virginian dame
head hiked up to heights unimaginable.

Chuck the New Orleans pretension
and gather your unmentionables in your teeth dear.

Peddle up to me
with that smirking sneaking
confidence and the lack thereof

Please drool generously on the concrete
my sweet.

And we'll dab in fuck
and smudge and suck
the dampness off the cloth
and huff ethers older cousin till we see god.

And never again we came
to the place where
teeth are stained
with aged rust from the rain.

10/19/2009

Author's Note: Aged new. Bicycle new. Fresh paint on my old bumper.

Posted on 10/19/2009
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