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School, dutifully

Indecent and profane white-hot through the muse veins;

exalted Prince for instance; really rich titles and

pajama parties when social dynamite and hieroglyph outburst

or flare up like

Naughty bird balanced on Formica table tricky

under mattresses as on pressing board and cabin porch

or private creek nude in the woods Wimberley,

Birthday uniform on a blanket over pillowy rock.

We had the lips sparked and meditating,

Dark smoke exhaled, and separated by mine each hand:

Pigtails and buttocks;

Good mood love and happy fate spilling spokes in the boomerang park;

The mood swings around again – her legs become spaced-out steeples.

I just look up sweaty woman cause I’m down.

categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Tuesday 04.02.13
Posted by Reckon
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