slides from her hips
a mutual entropy
squirms in her hand
she talks with voices
and says with lips
I’ll be the tragedy
you be the man
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Here's a new poem
sunlight like gravy
slides from her hips
a mutual entropy
squirms in her hand
she talks with voices
and says with lips
I’ll be the tragedy
you be the man
slides from her hips
a mutual entropy
squirms in her hand
she talks with voices
and says with lips
I’ll be the tragedy
you be the man
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1 comments:
Intense and economical. The Dakron way. It's about time you published another book of poetry.
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