A Season for All Times
no photos poem
today I had
no pictures
had images
paperwork stretched through
my home
like a Florida python heading
through the Everglades
pushing its way forward
with young multiplying
like the white sheets of
my copier's paper trying
to communicate
my thoughts and feelings
about being a consumer
and knowing traitors
in the marketplace.
p.s. the child's crocheted dress top had to
rewound and restarted - will show by image
soon.
Kink is sacred, don't @ me.
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I am on my hands and knees on a dirty carpet in front of an open window,
and I am naked from the waist down. Who undresses in this order? I always
lose my ...
2 weeks ago
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