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Pota Oh


Submitted:Jan 11, 2008    Reads: 78    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Care to explain why you like me
because i don't like you back
shaving potato peels
three spliffs
rolled in one; vesting and calming
me somnolently, variantly;
but favors me in more ways than one.
Cripples me delightfully
Ssttoonnedd, thrown towards
divine thrones
two adulterers lay;
an ode that never could be told
to the wisest folks from
the wildest dome-
speak to me ma and pa
why are you two alone?
Rachael
the girl that spoke with little reason
trying to f---
the daydreamer that felt too keen.
Al rose to the scent of laughter
and opened a bootle of steller,
it tasted sweet
and i just stacked the potato peels.





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