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Carrie Ross Dec 2011
If there is
a way out
well then
there must always
be a way in
Carrie Ross Dec 2011
I prefer the chapstick
to the lip stick.
I have nothing to hide
while the red stained ladies and gents have little to show
Carrie Ross Dec 2011
I dreamt one night that I was swimming in the Nile.
And then,
I was.
this poem is oddly enough about wetting the bed
Carrie Ross Nov 2011
Mid morning
On the subway
Out of the corner of my eye
I catch a glimpse of my soul mate
You have no idea how displeased
I am with her choice of outfit
Carrie Ross Nov 2011
the last white ******* earth
to be picked up from soccer practice
quickly tightens her burka
and eventually goes to hell in three different religions
before your blue and yellow macaw shuts the **** up and dies
Carrie Ross Nov 2011
MATCHing rings
A MATCH made in heaven
KNOCKED up
KNOCKing on the front door
WHO?
JOHNNY LAW
that’s WHO
JOHNNY the LAW abiding citizen
ATTACHing his left eye to a telescope
ATTACHed to the image of your RIGHT ******
RIGHT through your open window
NEAR to your husband’s damp face
NEARing the ground below
Carrie Ross Nov 2011
I ironed my fingers
To my blouse this morning
They make a fine accessory
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