placeboKatz
higher beings forced me to blog the below
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
her hair tonight
like feathers
I am going to hide
inside a pineapple
should be safe
for the moment
The sky's ablaze with ladies' legs
he used to say
they're kicking from the clouds
shoes fall through the morning haze
and splat like eggs amongst the crowds
can you see them son?
was(not was)
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