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BuffaloBill.
Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death -e.e. cummings |
20101118
Quicktolearn&slowtounderstand.
Light candles like Christmas.
Last year I was licking your words and your palms.
Cracking soles on the blue suede boots.
Red & white photographs on your mother's linens.
Now I'm sitting on the windowsill waiting for you.
20101109
GottabedowncauseIwantitall.
He's got his teeth on her sleeve.
A bank account of pining.
Their hair twists around the pilot's caps.
She plays with words like tinker tots and starts to chisel through.
Soaking skin in oils.
Waiting for snow to fill their time.
And she's just fingering the piggy bank.
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Deepseadiver.
A crop top, push up bra and a rosary hanging from her bedside table.
And the only thing she can cross off her to-do list is cleaning her sheets and bootlegging.
She smokes only two cigarettes because her throat is sore.
While her best friend sits in her name tagged passenger seat.
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