Stop It, Smalls, You're Killin' Me
Ather, a hub russet. Robotic Ema.
Euthachian dimples. Real hair
Crashing my armada into your ass.
My pandenic fever all over
your drunk touch.
Arbutus. Anisette. So divan. (like the couch)
Joy-sput with possible split
- - -
Prague. stupid spammers in the lobby.
Cold room, no balcony.
I'm glad we had this talk.
cockrings. Another sneeze. Holly as
an apostrophe. A decoy. A tiny system
that fits anywhere.
We walk and walk.
I want to fall in love with breakfast again.
Forget about it. What should we buy, beer?