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the idea is small. make it be a poem.
i'll publish them.
lynzepoet@gmail.com
or post one yourself,
in the comments.
the idea is small. make it be a poem.
i'll publish them.
lynzepoet@gmail.com
or post one yourself,
in the comments.
6 comments:
end of the line
lagging
again she's last
loosing herself in light
her pinafore soft, bright. dream time
dawdling.
a quote:
i can't do the talk they do on tv
and i can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be
i can't do everything
but i'd do anything for you
i can't do anything cept be in love with you --- dire straits
!!!!!
pass the muenster, saltines,
del monte sweet chips &
the black crack!
what a coincidence
it's the same number as art bell's experiment
the one that failed to heal mckenna's brain cancer
inside the hollow earth:
the purple spores (the sit-in group)
drink tea, turn leaves with
their voices
Cobras
I love new-fashioned whores:
Men swollen with sperm,
who span excited skin,
hover above victim,
stage hood winks,
ruler-sized beds,
vacuum pumps,
Viagra kings.
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