Your Grinning Dolls
Your dolls grin in my summer
melted silver plastic sin
and I heard a crow caw
all for my belated needs
I never intended life
finding my self six feet deep
My pall bearer lover-needs
me and my simple sweet soul!
All for you I oiled
your soul machine
and I am cosmic
mechanic heart
I have the skills
to fix your devour-mouth
My pall bearer sees crow caw
and I'm still six feet under
Under your high heel-career
and Versace style psychotic needs
And who (you) bury my bleedings
I keep your longest kiss under
-- neath my broken bone cap knees
and nothing hurts like my mouth.
: 07-16-2014 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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