Thursday, September 19, 2013

tell me i'm the sweetest.

aren't i just the sweetest
sneaker bottom baby in a dress
peeling black scab skin
three witches neath the full full moon
and the beast, pink tongue and wagging
leading this sweet sun parade
through the badland crosswalks
of the not for longs,
 the bank pirate thieves
hissing through their gold teeth
paper sack tongue and dead eyes
staring straight ahead
on a city bus.
tell me i'm the sweetest.


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