JPG Magazine: MsB

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

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.

Monday, December 21, 2009

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