Im eating a bowl of potatoes, and onions, and baked beans, and barbecue sauce, and hotdogs, and they are not vegan hot dogs, and this is love and I am here reclined flexing the tired muscles of my toes still wet beneath 4 pairs of socks, and im not ashamed to say that last night I dreamt of kims butt, while the widowed father sang black bird to his dying baby, and I cried with an erection and woke up with an erection and the wind was howling its billion year old howl and I, pressed between pillows, did not know love until I put the cucumbers, and the celery, and the green apples in the juicer and drank it all up and poems are hard when you are not in love, but love is in you
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 03:52:01 +0000