Thursday, April 1, 2010

Fucking The Iron Walls Of Despair

she is neither here
nor there
although
i have deleted her
from my fucked
consciousness
unbridled passion
she bares
an inkling of a thought
perhaps sometimes
for this fucked
cosmic poet she cares
as for the cosmic poet
disillusioned fucking
the iron walls of despair
wondering
why on a mountain top
he got caught in her
vaginal snare
her apples
tasted like pear
blithe spirit
of voluptuousness
disappeared
in thin air
fuck knows where

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