Dishwaters Poems


Whims

...A hot tongue, voodooed soul.
Determined, a small and nameless bird.
My teeth, my teeth too shy for bones,
My words too old for stones.
My spine lights for batten eye,
a half-shoulder caramelling...
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Categories: dishwaters, adventure, humor, love, nonsense,
Form: I do not know?
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