Cleavage by Linda Fuller If I were an ax, I’d split your goose down the middle of the testosterone highway where skulls of chattel litter the mosquito mesa, ringed with white clapboard crosses and belles in the navy wring the umbilical chord, striking disharmony in guys who cry blue tears before and after smoke politically correct cigars in daylight. 06/04/2010 Posted on 06/04/2010 Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/08/10 at 01:57 PM Testosterone highways --talk about road rage! I like the way you use spitfire imagery to draw comparisons between seemingly unrelated images to create an emotional response. Posted by H.M Stevens on 01/20/16 at 02:02 AM wow- this is quite bold...and enticing. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)