When than spring April
draft of age hath
parsed to the root
value of all glaciers,
retreat man far south,
caves of Iraqi Qum
beach of South Padre
longen folk goon wild,
pills grim ages wrack
shiny faces every races
have got a friend in
Coke ’s the real / god
can’t see the folks
beneath the new faces:
breakers make white foam
(“semen of the gods”),
be excellent to each
another party on dudes.
Lilith doesn't meet a pro-Israeli Palestinian. Lilith was not there.
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As I clutched my Cease Fire Now sign across from Waikiki Beach amid the
streams of tourists, he came rushing toward us, dressing his unhappiness up
wit...
14 hours ago
1 comment:
i like this poem. you should post more.
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