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by Johnny Crimson

We choke on sidewalk chalk
while we kiss like little kids
left alone on the playground.

Deaf skies hover
over calf-sized primates
fucking beneath the swing set.

The golden-chosen puke their teeth
onto the sand
as they watch him crawl inside her skin..

running so fast and blindly now,

the trail he's left behind is h e r.

01/14/2011

Posted on 01/15/2011
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/15/11 at 09:08 PM

A shotgun blast of nightmarish imagery, man, and that's never for a second anything less than awesome.

Posted by Steve Michaels on 01/16/11 at 02:32 AM

That first stanza is SupahChocolate!

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