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busty meadows
by Artur Desruisseauxthe mouth of the grave wants me
like most of everyone else
who's now dead
the mouth of the grave wants me
my legs between the teeth of death
laughing
drinking down beer, watching sports
a muscle car in the driveway
1977 will never be the same
theres none here to stop this
swim in a blender
vote for nixon
smoke more pot
I saw a metal flake mustang for sale on the street
a red carpet
a pack of marborols
green shag carpet
life magazine
frozen grapes on the television
I can't stand the the sun
it burns my eyes
ha, ha, ha
it's like, like you were never born
in the first place
09/09/2015 Posted on 09/09/2015
Copyright © 2024 Artur Desruisseaux
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/10/15 at 11:47 PM you're speaking my language - all fragmented, distorted; the morning-after fog of a multi-dream slumber that maybe could have been real. |
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