Friday, September 4, 2009

Terse Love Poem

A squirrel's sense of Smilla's Sense of Snow
is close to the grasp I have of you.

Cum is your soul.
Let it use the windshield.

I threw my poetry rosary away.

I microwaved the pillowcases.

Just in case your lovely smell.

Did you know Andy Warhol's
favorite color

was "unconscious."

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