a quick poem from a quick shot

Hey, I was reading over some older poems of mine (not old now; settle down), and thought I'd like to share this one with you guys. Hurray for saving writing in electronic form!

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think of thick lips slapped against the

board

and you have wood

and

you have a face

and the girl thinks of subterraneans

cavorting with

orange eyes

sticking

in fence posts their

beloved childhood

dollheads

and

oh

and

I think of barbarians of the coast

rummaging

my flesh and taking

tally

with my tailbone

all

redheaded lovers that live

in blue button homes