Stand in the highest ground the horizon could provide
Inhale all the GOOD oxygen you can exhale
Lift your arms, let your body breathe
Feel the breeze blowing under your triceps
Glorify God
Lose all your energy
Die
Let your shoulders drift in contrast and in harmony with the current of life
The oasis we call salvation will either be a fountain to quench our thirst or a mirage to break our hearts
You see...it's the grasses that eat cows after all
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11.30.2004
MACHINEGUN POETRY: Nameless
The skin is soft and so is the breast And they're burning brain cells As the fingers run to and fro -- caressing your back My orgasmic heart throbs as if you were mine