3/04/2008

//Electric Tangerine//

Eyes like flowers
Dandelions
A green ocean fire
Oil slicked

And hips like cursive
Catholic school
Thee Our Father
Knuckles bruised

Veins on my wrist
Flow like rivers
“Down the stream,
Not across the street”

Yeah I got ice cream tits
Indian summer
Kiss them darling,
Make them better.

Silly girl
With silly rhymes
Silly girl, careful
Threaded eyes

Lips sealed tight
Blue buttons loose
Tell me stories
Mother? Mother? Mother Goose.

{Like girl Gwendolyn, we’re
thinning gin, We’re
singing sin. We’ll
spin around
again.
And again}

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