Maybe it wants to get the hose again
Love's dumb enough to play a mailbox sometimes
It catches then asks
It precedes, even more than stars precede...
True, it is the bone you hedge...
Before you read it all, it will end
It's dire, O no, what shall we do?
Fuck. Then cry some more. Abuse the fairy tale woods, the color blue.
I dreamed I bitched, therefore I am.
The whole earth believes
the way some schmuck's dying sonnet
is a tiny crab in a child's palm pool
On a beach where it's too cold for swimmin
You can make fun of old men who look like bow-legged women
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