Friday, June 24, 2011


'acid traveler love poem'

throw acid into my aorta.
rip your period piece of cloth to hang a
pasty shoulder at me.
caramelized nipples stick nasty to our fevered
siphon the fuel from my patriotic tank.
don't do what i say.
do what i do.
grip and flex my caustic life

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