i spy..
cars as big
as flies-
a swarming sea
of buggy
eyes
and I’ve but one
reply-
SHOO!
and to no real
surprise..
these days, my texts
get few replies,
and i can’t
blame
you.
nozzle stuck
in ear-
pump ‘er
up..
and watch eyes
clear?
like wipers won’t
with tears..
on bloodlust
night,
gaslight
red-
blinding in
bed.
my dime a dozen
bird song,
you gong,
and
move on-
i trill
sonnet,
you vomit,
i rescue
hair-
whisperin’
haiku..
you gag,
do i
inspire..
desire me
too?
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