poemsfromthegut
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Tremor
Let's drink to your silence
to the cracked toe nail
and the whiskey breath
to the static lizard
to the dreams dripping
from the edge of the night
and cheers to the whore
memorizing her moaning routine
as she rubs her snake skin on mine
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