crumbled and rolled

amnesiac 11/15/2009

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 12:33 am

isn’t that how it gets you? jowls burrow
slurpingly into some wormy nook you never
knew you had in you, & they eat out
saccharine filling, granulated, paste-colored,
what a juvenile gustatory hankering! yet it conjures

follicules you’d pruned, rakish kitten tracks on your
canvas upholstered forearm, hundreds of geysers
all over your old faithful- i mean, coming of age
means growing pains… and haven’t we all
been smacked round with that particular insipid refrain.


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