Poetry junkie dancing with photographic burlesque artist,
shut her snap
slash flashing,
tits exposed
bounce frozen in
cold white light
more judgmental than God.
Side sitting with finger barren,
He's her priest,
she's forking over
leaflets of confessional poetry
cryptic language translated
through technologic cyberspeak.
Monday, June 2, 2008
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