Friday, June 16, 2006

City-stroller


there are pipers and their powderguns are shooting me with suns
hung around their roary throats are lipsticky-sticky lungs
their melty-melty flesh-heads brush their teeths and tongues
and flower-lips and basement-kiss and hour-trippy brains

there are snipers and their prouderguns are shooting me with sins
in around their hoary throats are lapstackety-stackety fins
their pelty-pelty flesh-beads brush their kids and kin
and power-trips and trigger-rips and hit-and-missile aims

there are dreamers and their louderguns are shooting me with grace
placed around their glory throats are bloody-bloody faiths
their hallej-hallej flesh-feeds brush their relatives and race
and flower-kiss and power-less and rejoicefuls all the sames.


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