Popsicle shards imbed 
blueberry and raspberry slivers 
stranded in my throat 
Glaciers will calf before  
 words will flow
the fire of my cunt
speaks  of  brimstone 
my heart will pump parodies
like acrobats 
I pine for some forlorn 
puzzle piece 
love remains like a black eye.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
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