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Debunk

by Johnny Crimson

Trade a flicking tongue
for horse teeth,
a smooth surface
for road-rash..

I can't find my life receipt.


Dabble in the fuck-house.
Scrape the grinds from my eyes.
Turn wine back into potable water
and keep this secret from no one.


..the time to react is now.
He'll only find out when we tell him.

02/04/2012

Posted on 02/04/2012
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/04/12 at 04:34 PM

Surreal noir from one of my favorite creative voices. Perfect.

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