Tuesday, April 10, 2012

this poetry for the birds

so your boots
make each other masturbate
and the brain-side-salad
for they look lovingly into the howl
on the note it stated to and fro, me and shoulder should stay away.
boots jamming jamming into the snow
and we did stay
down were the turkey lay
it is lame like death snow
away, away, away
this poetry for the birds

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