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About This Poem
Dirt Bath Diaries
Pristine
proper
gets tiresome
ingenuine
like a rosary
wrapped around demon teeth...
sometimes you've gotta shed the satin rabbit
play the beat of a denim lynx-
inhale some twilight grit
cork the perfume bottle of your soul
slay something-anything smooth and subtle
suckle cuts and nicks...
be in your face
for a day
a dust devil at play
be
bold as dirty gold
(a shark painting shadows on the shoal
slashing dreams to the bone
...pump'em hard boy
make'em scream
leaving shards of self upon the urban reef
slinging homemade dice
against the black bricks of midnight
smoke some tender thighs
with the magic wand of desire
playing dominos with rusted hearts
grease the soul with halo grime
toking away father's precious time
tango with a cheshire smile...
uncork your champagne god
from his bubbly pod
pop-pop-pop
gleen the living from the pyre....
sometimes you've gotta
take a dirt bath
to come clean.
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