Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Big White Fish in a Small Pond

Just like forever and
Unlike yesterday just
Licking a dirty stick for
I dislike your white hair
Even in the soft light your
Clutches of words
And slicing double-talk are
Rat dead smell sweet and
Molted sickly as death sin
And just like
Licked and Flabby like
Tits hanging low and old

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