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Nothing to do with it.

by Johnny Crimson

Push further beyond
the transparent avenues of
science and sidewalks.

Felt laid thin,
just enough to cover the edges.
She only smudges
when the fuck meets the grease of her loins.

This is burning tail-pipe denial.
The scorched leg tug-back
of an after-party cancellation
where burn victims r.s.v.p. to the fire.

The call that never came
was impaled on a cell phone tower
and the one that got away
chained herself to the lion.

I accomplish
I'm in compliance
I'm an accomplice
I'm convinced
This all has something to do with sex.


Posted on 02/15/2012
Copyright © 2022 Johnny Crimson

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