---After Beaten By A Beauty Shop-Owner
Ganoush has a temper and splits
a girl's wool over two tempered
boards, a gram of salt, and the
buried grave of wicker harvest.
He made a gi(womyn)rl take shoes
apart in front of a crowd. My eyes
split her skull and her blood
made a ring for my finger.
I crammed her hair in my nostrils.
I made a plane and left there, found
a new place and kept it clean.
My car is now a ghost of where autumn
barfed her soul onto the ground and
I walk there, but I don't want to
know her name, so I keep her there.
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This poem made me barf autumn's soul onto the ground in my mouth a little bit. Well done.
ReplyDeletethanks, headless horseman tits.
ReplyDeleteI like the use of "womyn" and Mez's tech. of "gi(womyn)rl"
ReplyDeleteMo! holy caste cysteme!
ReplyDeleteYou are the maharaja of
hair nostril plug-ins!
gorpgeuosu!
O Lanny, you know how to make a girl blush.
ReplyDeleteLacey, you taught me everything I know.
Alex,
ReplyDeleteI definitely need a poem called:
Before Sodom Whose Sane...