Saturday, April 28, 2012

Dreaming on an Old Washing Machine

do you ever wonder
about me honey?

while you're riding
the whispers of
the American wind,

tasting the western dust
with the lust of a long
lean blonde with
sea green eyes
like a gentle siren

Think of the spring
when you were singing...

and then a short
slight brunette
kissed you
clean and
rode you
dirty on the
cold white
metal of a

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