Me and the homies
built
up
a foundation of beer bottles in the corner of the living
room
that slide
down
when we play our music.
It's a pyramid
of transparent brown
********** bodies.
We stick our tongues into mouths
that will never fully be
ours,
and throw each new brick in the corner
with a clink,
*******
our
pants
and waking
up
in
entrail pools
of their digested innards the next morning.
A brown shimmer
like flashlights on the lake
bounces off them
bumping against our hips
and
mesmerizes
our upper thighs
and
inner groins.
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 9:13 PM UTC
Me and the homies
built
up
a foundation of beer bottles in the corner of the living
room
that slide
down
when we play our music.
It's a pyramid
of transparent brown
********** bodies.
We stick our tongues into mouths
that will never fully be
ours,
and throw each new brick in the corner
with a clink,
*******
our
pants
and waking
up
in
entrail pools
of their digested innards the next morning.
A brown shimmer
like flashlights on the lake
bounces off them
bumping against our hips
and
mesmerizes
our upper thighs
and
inner groins.
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