Since this is it make him pay.Sit him in a swivel that spinstill he sees so many facesand has to feed one.Then march him to…
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So much is out there.How do you proposeto be seen?Turn into a flying fishuntil you are one. Or go to the freezer and fry up…
Comments closedO you are so solid.Angles sharp. Divinely defined.On one end you’re stolid.But lying worse than blind. While I’m a flighty stringstill wishing to attach.Flakey me…
Comments closedI close my eyes. The color goes.What do you propose I call it?BLACK as black. The circadian throes.Death moving on for the Stoicto hook-up with…
Comments closedThere was a mama rabbit who buried her bunnies alive. Sothen hopped away and pretendedshe could care less to survive. What’s going on is quite…
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