A rolling stone gathers no moss; A rolling rock gathers no...

30 July 2013

A quick red poem

Females as divers
sponges delivered
Nail count -- watermelons
Coked spiraled down-towns,
corpulence withered to talons
basking fish or women, womyn
misers baking sodafins or
maybe i'm about to jet
four-square of these, fists,
holding knives who
are staring, satirizing
your flesh-to-be. Cut.

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