She was a nimble cattle prod
void of cartoon audacity for a spoiled sunshine
Depressed by anvil parachutes
His labyrith tongue glazed
It was a dam anacids cooking slowly under ice stare
Shake me like the salt
running through my veins.
Drawing down the lines
navigate the maze
The cannons slept while penetrating
the abrupt horizon of a vacant child
She was a dripping handjob
from the widetoothed grin of a lion
Erroneous audacity drinking
an overflowing cup
icicles gripping the larnyx profile
Friday, December 30, 2005
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