Wednesday, October 13, 2010
How To Heal A Brazillian Wax
Poem critical view.
WAS ALREADY IN MIND
"I want to come into my
thirsty and I in your pool
until you drop and drown me"
She bathes with a shower of suns,
looking for a moan and accompanying lush ,
she always loses,
snake, laughing at herself.
sky bathes
licks your space to dry the moisture
always persistent, always
dye the feet of road,
blistering eyes to see heaven.
From time to see the fucking world,
mystery
nobody understands and speaks as if he knew of time.
Fucking love for oneself alone
culminating
eternal death and eternal death and eternal
one alone.
Fucking brothel life
all sold, and all want
and every purchase. And everything looks
and all
corrupts and all you get without paying the decomposed.
salt in their stubborn appeal of anal intercourse, rectal
orgiastic, communal multitudinal
and pay the price to pull the skin
and sex.
and moisture while they are heading to bed looking
the worst possible
orgasm depravity of mind.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
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