the drunken hot girl as a possible lover
we return to the place
where she fondles
another man’s life..
places sweat on his brow
flesh and tar holes
dug
beneath his soul
looking for alternatives
where she can
lay
this sexy talk
on somebody.
love twists..
he expected
less hurt,
a lyric.
not the effortless
pain
of a new dripping
sun
the formless calm
of compromise
history of motives
wet blood in the romantic’s
bulb
misconceived beauty
inept tenderness
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