rec room home | make love not art

exquisite corpse august 03 2005

if i could tell you how i feel about you i’d
absinthe makes you dance like your dad
dying and drooling for delusional dollars
i love to make art with your bag
conditions are becoming less definite, certainly.
open to another new mountaintop.
one more time and it is done
maybe, we are holding on to something that isn’t here anymore. or maybe. . .
yes, i agree. . . or no, I don’t. . . I can’t decide
the anonymous blur of sound and love
her hair snaked around her neck, the chain by which he held on. she called it
american culture.

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