Powder likes to echo in
deep sized capsules,
a string of jittering beads
lolling behind husk's
browned paper.
Her John peeks through
open clam stockings in
routinely bites,
eating while *******
Olives and skin
grease as lingering perfume,
the sores of last month's bills
strutting in the dark.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
Powder likes to echo in
deep sized capsules,
a string of jittering beads
lolling behind husk's
browned paper.
Her John peeks through
open clam stockings in
routinely bites,
eating while *******
Olives and skin
grease as lingering perfume,
the sores of last month's bills
strutting in the dark.
