Americonomy. | [16 Sep 2008|01:04pm] |
oh i'm really diggin' him; makes my hands smile shake charm-style what was that intent shake. leaves green brown salsa dance crunch snap morning fall into wooden wall oh tip-ee toe, she take my money, grasps squishy clouds swing back and forth oh let me travel up north. put my fingertips on your soft, lovely, dripping birth- come, watch, all me kids RIDE DOW JONES DICK. mmm, yeah, baby please, $5 may buy that bleeding cheese, burn the toast, take a swig, pay no rent, i love you i love you i loathe you i'll loan you forty-five cents. |
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Americonomy
Labels:
abstract,
creative non-fiction,
free verse,
freeverse,
friendship,
love,
poem,
poetry,
prose,
surrealism
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