Transgression
A cat bow string is attached to this book
nylon chords of stripey white
chalk fingers dragged over the pool
a pure blue
sun glass resevoir
dog bone
girly lips
cherry blossom
hot wax
curves tilted
kicking legs
mexican plumes
the white skelton
plays guitar
shack of bone
scratched strings
into the mountain
scrunched up ball
thrown away
behind the moon
under a towel
mountains of the moon
boom
i used to be
bob crutchett
in another life
well see what
time can do
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