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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Poem

I found this on the interwebs, thought you might like it.

your cell phone vibrates like a pixie on a train.
smooth as a glass baby's
loose Blue Tooth
in Vaseline
you were miles away from my empty pail of rain
a watermark on the moon, maybe
you knew every
thing ?
maybe you do, maybe i'm drinking my lunch.
you amuse the air i breathe through my skin
like a pearl soothes an oyster
in a bed of nails 
and spring.

your breasts are amazing.

you are vishnu at harrods. an airy gorgeous. 
a gourd of palpable kiss.
you are the meaning of senseless joy 
and the engines 
of yes.

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