Thursday, July 25, 2013

Promised Future

Fox like a bone like a trade-in crown like a boss like a frown
like circling on a bicycle on a beam in a fever under a hat and
hung on a hook
above the bed
deaf baby cleft lip grieving under a cross and to a
crucifix and in straight lines to straight lanes to
lemonade water sacrament staked crush

Arizona, twist my diamonds to facetted fuck until my
supple wristflesh is dry paper and then
blow me like crumbled prom queen 

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