Hey, Erin's says having sex makes you a man, although, if you haven't had sex, she's worried (sorry if this is weird, but the last phrase is exactly what Erin just said to me; out of context!!!). Alright, last installment on this latest of audio poems. Hope you guys enjoy and hang out and smoke a piece of grass.
text version:
death of the girl 5
a statue of woolen
hands
from frames
of
old junk yard
dumps
heaped over smokestacks
and flailed in a kiln
for you
dead
now and buried without a body.
a girl fragile
and
so coconut
and bang bang
my baby she got out in the light
for
hours and never
came
back.
we’ve got that whole
story in our
mind
and fang and drool we
weep on
the ground
for we lack
some silver from a girl we once knew
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