Crumbling agenda celebrations
Wednesday, brain-fuck the government
beautiful talented women are walking face-first into my cell
there's a church organ old in my wall
skinny supermodel doors open up like cellophane
the salad-making days are over
and we're on the edge of making sense
tell-tale floors are bleeding pagan sacraments
put both sets of labia in my mouth play that saxophone
movie floors
I am a young century with a hard-on
forming in an oceanic mouth
picture us far behind banana-filled dumpsters
making out in our army clothes
Thursday arrives like a thumb
each finger is a holiday
4 comments:
Luke, I was reading prose about water and came to realize that you are in fact the millennial Ginsburg.
I will just happen to be in Keene next week; flying up from Dallas. Would you allow me to buy you a Guiness and a round of ping pong?
Travis D.
Sure, sounds good. What date are you flying in on?
I fly in late on Saturday, the 17th. Let's meet up Monday the 19th perhaps? There is much to discuss!
Yes, let's eat an airplane together.
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