June On the West Coast
Now that its June,
we'll sleep in the garden
soak into the dirt,
down into the underground,
to sleep with the dead
our bodies filled with maggots
decomposing
under the sullen sun
pushing daises
its a new morning,
soil in your mouth
dirt in my lungs
should we awaken?
now that its June,
June on the west coast.
Copyright © Lucy Lovett | Year Posted 2008
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