Monday, July 21, 2008
poetry break: Measurements
Measurements Oh he’s sneaking off With the tapes of not-so-soft… He’s popping those jollies Like they’re all he’s got And by the way, You’re clanging words together. You loathe her guts. For odd reasons, it’s clear, they’re measurements. Some surprise Where her hands would pry She drinks that...
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