Aug 5, 2010


we made wet, gross, greasy sausage type love
tossed the bed like a hangover

start that fire
fan those flames

come on, gravedigger
play guilty for me

remember, i don't resemble those daydream goddesses
with their spun gold fleece hair

i spare too much time on chance, and forgiveness

aphrodite weeps

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