Monday, August 8, 2016


nates collapsant ,raft de
seated in yr whistling sink I
thought yr cave stuffed with
coffee pots yr lathered
neck itchy toward a knife
.ate relaxant ,axed my
feet yr swinging bread in
haled the spiggot was yr
blunted fog deballed ,a sli
ckened bun empty where
yr suit sat down

creep my form ,ask yr hatless crown


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