quick knee in the wet spread
a gleam of music across the pond
Aunt Bessie was thinking about her lunch
cigar in mouth, all wheels and speed
my pale eyes turned grey milky
we camped on the plain of yellow grass
unbuttoned gyrations spurting vapor trails
laura lush sublime
sunken trees crept slowly under stars and panther dreams
our mad twitching spasms bumped the hull
and out there on bronzed water
where monkeys screamed
dawn came, always a fool, her caramel eyes would want
childish stories
in the upper air i'd follow her anywhere
laura lush sublime
Saturday, November 1, 2008
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