11 Nov 2008


acrid bitter metal biter and you, the pleasant point of cock of which i seek to impale upon until that graveside smell of penny colored earth subsides to let me swim with blackened hair among the poisoned reeds that whisper, chatter- speak of platitudes.

2 comments:

C.J.Duffy said...

The ladies undergarments seem to be on fire at the moment with all this wonderful word and art posts!

CACHORRO RABUGENTO MORTO EM NOITE CHUVOSA said...

Muito bom.