Wednesday, February 2, 2011


Past our terror microwave gas chamber love,
anthologize her legs over hearts in the petty pretty
streets, thought out in words-hammer-kiss-fault-wire-ink,
she's lovely with her tears carrying by you in the cold
that warms your insides with use, take it consume it,
dare lusting after high heel shoes tan skin smooth-
ah, it's everywhere holy redemption dark hair when


the driveways howl...moon tempts the...lips curl teeth pressed...
apricot night scent...clouds-


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