howling idiots (myself) who
spat on store windows ****** & still half-drunk,
leering strangers in cars & stars
creeping from the sky to show teeth in wry grins
while
balancing nimbly on balcony railings
gazing thru heavy curtains to watch russian
girls
********** on cold leather couches
shedding bulbous slavic tears which
ride crests 'f ghostly, high cheekbones &
at th'same time off some
where in drumheller, alberta
skeletons of ancient
kingly lizards rise & rattle like
1000 triassic maracas
recording spanish mariachis in
bloodbath bullrings.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 1:01 PM UTC
howling idiots (myself) who
spat on store windows ****** & still half-drunk,
leering strangers in cars & stars
creeping from the sky to show teeth in wry grins
while
balancing nimbly on balcony railings
gazing thru heavy curtains to watch russian
girls
********** on cold leather couches
shedding bulbous slavic tears which
ride crests 'f ghostly, high cheekbones &
at th'same time off some
where in drumheller, alberta
skeletons of ancient
kingly lizards rise & rattle like
1000 triassic maracas
recording spanish mariachis in
bloodbath bullrings.
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