Sunday, April 1, 2007

its easier to breathe up here (shallow poem)

zip! zow! love! yow!
hotdog handjob blackrob
you are to he as she is to me.
just be.

glib glug wine jug.
big bugs do drugs.
the bad kind.
words are fun.
fun is done.
the word is mum.

three word. it rains pain
and brains and clogs lanes
with lame kids and nasal congestion.
you really let yourself go.

the fear of intimate connection
and contamination.
not living. living. loving not loving.

dirty air the smell of springbreak.
it will all be over soon.

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