Can I offer you a free psychic mistake,
a heavy letter, something?
As they modeled each Fall,
they fell. Further and further.
They fell from lavendar or something.
The Lovers.
I don't believe Milton shows Satan
eating popcorn, but he might have.
But those are children.
There is a catechism.
It begins, "We have observed
you seem to be living an afterlife
as a porn princess,
you have met a psycho
who is like a thirty years blizzard
and you no longer
sit at the dinner table...
It ends with a fuckme tattoo,
green eyelashes
and a building in a state far away.
Maybe corn leans against the apartment building
sometimes at night,
and it gives her comfort.
She smiles when she remembers
spraypainting evil live swans blue
in the artificial lake.
Monday, November 30, 2009
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