Wednesday, November 15, 2006

General Poem 2

Night/Humid & Sticky-Cos-Masseur-Said-Cannot-Shower-After-Massage/No Wind/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North

They grow in the farm
they're served as a dish
They grow in the wild
eating them is a wish.

But they blossom on the crotch too
and they mushroom between the toes
itching like f..k
the fungus never stop to grow.


Your Guru of Love

shit stain panties

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