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Puh-Shaw!
"Off
the subject"
I'm:
sex with kittens
sun-burnt lips
piss up a rope
modicum of not
coffee eyes
sweaty palms
holding my stomach
Your:
short haired
sweet shy
more than talented
Ween's springtheme
bite of the lip
wonderment
not mine
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"spoo"
you see..
she remembered small
details that elude endlessly.
On the first and last day
we spent she told her
friend that we were going
to meet my grandma whose
name is Gaudalupe.
a few days later I remembered
that she loved her cell phone
because if someone called
who you didn't like, you could just
not answer it.
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"blue
horse, red nose"
I'd love to reinvent,
but I can't.
Realism confines me
ugly, red rashed,
pieces of stubble
poking through
fat jowls.
Fuck it,
whats that use of
even finishing this
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"eva
witticisms"
I just don't have
the mental capacity
to express myself
linguistically.
And clearly all I can
think of are spiders
at this point.
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"amy
ferrari"
sweet between boxes
half marked and sloppy
everywhere.
She reads like a postcard
but its fleeting
and I'm choked
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Spidey muses...
Things end
up here when they have no place else to go.
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