Thursday, February 1, 2007

Breaking Toes and Poetry: A New Flavor by Ben & Jerry's

Tonight I decided to
Live
In this
Hole
Desolate hole
Whored wholesome
Holy shit I
Showered in snot
Rolled around in your
Bed
And you slept
In it
My gooey DNA
Trap me in amber
Preserve --SHIT…
Call Spielberg
Get that bastard
On the phone please
Tell him I’m --FUCK…
Shimmering tear
Crystal tear you’re so
Quiet
Sharp-edged
Gifted
You mean everything
My sister, she --SHIT…
Never mind
It’s all gone now
Hole
In it
Live
What about tomorrow?

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