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May 2012
Stuck
my
tongue
between
my teeth,
found the
sweet
one
wrapped
up
in
my sheets.
I woke up today.
This paper is on my mind

all of the


sick
people
build
****-
steeples
at dawn,

mow my lawn,
mow my lawn,

lazy boys get laid
on the ground.

Girls that had
never left town-

I  had a pretty cool idea about them.

I woke up today,
that's right,

I woke up.


Give me pleasure (!),
imperatives inserted
inside of you, give me-

your throat
is smoking raw,

take a drag off
something I wrote.

Pre- rhetoric,
pre- histor-
ic,
I'm a
dinosaur
and I
don't
even care
any-
more.
Shashank Virkud
Written by
Shashank Virkud  Tallahassee, FL
(Tallahassee, FL)   
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