Nov 1, 2014

DOGASAL-A DOG IN AN ASHTRAY


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We are shepherding  our heads
I’m clopping my days, tied to water:
Our bright moments are in dust-
we became evyl.

all miseries are females,
concert for the apostles and the grave;
sex with shampoo
on rabbit paws,
and whisper from the bottom:
we became evyl.

toothpaste for breakfast-
I’m clopping  through hallways of dead soil

while sordid train shakes in the stomack.

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