Volkswagens Poems - Poems about Volkswagens

...She hung fat on a citrus tree, sprouting like a hip jut, like the tall grass and itch weed. The sweating sun drunk her up and splaid ‘er bare, sliced her clean open before the pecking birds co......

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... Lumbar ladies stroll by as the night sedans plunder the ho-dad hostels. Looking to find nothing except another dozing cigarette beyond the cadenzas. Another hot afternoon in suburbia with the r......

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...Listening to you complain all day Gives me migraines beyond belief Good grief, could you just shut your mouth? I wish we can go our separate ways – me, going north and you, going south Ah, my p......

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