Little stingers,
bring little deaths,
untimely yet premature,
"torn from the abdomens"
of your newspaper wins,
lodged into the thick,
of your internet posts.
--Dr. Pen Name
Showing posts with label Lost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lost. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Fools
The plastic surgery of love organs perch on her green sleeves,
while underneath it is delicately inked on her bare arms from local hands,
with the cryptic name of a nameless and infamous dead friend.
Alas! High blood pressure gone aneurysm frequently strains the aortic pulsations,
hemorrhaging her 24-karat pyrite pumper everywhere for all to see,
without the slightest sense of decency,
with scents that indicate questionable motives for territorial pissings of identity.
--Dr. Pen Name
while underneath it is delicately inked on her bare arms from local hands,
with the cryptic name of a nameless and infamous dead friend.
Alas! High blood pressure gone aneurysm frequently strains the aortic pulsations,
hemorrhaging her 24-karat pyrite pumper everywhere for all to see,
without the slightest sense of decency,
with scents that indicate questionable motives for territorial pissings of identity.
--Dr. Pen Name
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