Monday, April 03, 2006

Cracking

sober as an empty glass
notions of falling quickly
confuse me
like the space between leg and chair
ketchup and eggs
if the table was whiskey I'd drink it
then tickle you with pussy
willow but you are on another beach
unwinged and soft
and when I say flesh
you say red
beyond red titillation
HA!
another perfect sunrise tied up and
waterproof

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