from the gay gift registry at TARGET and Williams Sonoma and....
a poem by Neal Gartland.
People should send me poems for this blog more!
Hint hint!
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Gay Rights
is getting married to his boyfriend tonight. It's a super secret black magic ceremony that even his boyfriend doesn't know about because he's on the other side of town, sleeping. If any state or federal government attempts to intervene, their entire populace will be beset with chronic G.E.R.D. Chronic!!!! The couple is registered at Tiffany's, and the groom will be wearing moss.
the groom wearing moss
is warring moss is
festering uncle charley
molesting legality
is sad for. What he's done to the boys. not clear. Whether he's granting freedom or condemning to hell. it matters. Not that. it matters. is wicked wicker rocking chair wise. overalls. and all.
like a farm boy to pigs
marrying bacon to
overalls
collapsing mad red heads
from probability. The possible family. traveling all reroutes to
a brutal divorce
not yet
happening
is getting brutal. Plays with your asshole while crushing your fingers. is beauty turning her ice queens shoulders? to your struggle you apply. Running. water not ice. Pressure too. your innards as if they were escaping.
black magic escaping
your pores
is super secret boyfriend. The other side of town. attempts to intervene. Populace.
like a farm boy
wishing his
fish to line
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