Saturday, November 12, 2016

Crusin'

dirty little town dreams
anxious city in the distant
wide open sea
diversions of a thousand stripes
while my ears starve for your reading voice

read me
the story of attack pussy who
swallows salmon-sized cocks like a wet grizzly

your socks 
and the smell 
of your hairy scalp
while you’re out
knit my days together
and I'm painting our kitchen
hail a cab yellow

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