When You Say Vagina You Mean, 'Vulva'
THE little tree is life
the mouths of first born
man and woman say:
"I don't care -- I(can't
)won't so go away go away
--> so i am he has you
are we and we are together:
see how they run from spirit
-->so we die.
Sitting upon a
rock with burning sun in a
smiling walrus face and so
pretty are the Souls ; crying.
Pulled up to a TigerMart
searching cigarettes and
black tongue tar pit lips:
Left my .357 inside my Mind
and asked for Silver label.
Don't walk upon my Soul *****
so self-assured: i am one
man who has gone his own way
IF a lifetime is lonely but
without freeze-brain stupid
flesh knees: "yes, yes, yes,
oooooh yes" I wasn't once
convinced: the vagina must
be slain. Must be bled
once and for all.
:: 11-04-2017 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2017
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