the idea is small. make it be a poem.
send me your small poems. i'll publish them. firstname.lastname@example.org or post one yourself, in the comments.
tattoo luvtwo pastel colored flying horses having sex while smoking pot in front of a rainbow like something out of an "adults only" version of Candyland. here
Her title was called…. Her title was callllllllled….. DriftingIn a deep trance, the cognizant iguana emerges out of geico
-nod to the death dwarf- wilhelmina -of fucked up peoplewhere are the mottled sketchesof your skinny the wire necklace slung around your ass
falls the light falls like wateryour hair is drenched with itRing Seamless scriptburns in firearound your finger,the legend of my love
On windy nights snowball bush blossoms, drifts like snow. At first light I walked out, and stood in it barefoot. The cold feet of a dead mind. I hugged my razor in my nighty pocket.
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