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[la_luz_roja]

they would have preferred me to be a helicopter
built of soft moss and cobweb
descending
from an orange sky at daybreak
in a manner that could only be
picked from the bones of some dead author
        by a grave-robbing bandit
        dressed in the beloved moth-eaten cloak

he would have pulled the details
from the deceased’s skull,
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Comments

[skeleton_gums]

i love you

[beatsoul]

blah blah blather

we all have gossamer entrails
that are mispelled

as our guts
spill the fortune of our path

my cock spits better spooge

[la_luz_roja]

oh my.

[beatsoul]

i'm appalled by my behavior sometimes

[la_luz_roja]

so am i.

well, at least you were honest.