Annie Dog

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 01, 2018

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Submitted: February 01, 2018



Amphetamine Annie dog

has her leash and a face .

Her velvet spleen

her shackle spine.

Her diamond curse

it comes with mine.

A vessel she

for violent I.

Confession arms a wake .

Mine, mine

you were always mine.

Possessed by my taste.

And below the angel dog

combs her hair

and sings her psalms.

The bombs go off

she doesn't notice

it all goes wrong.

She sets things tragic.

She is Venus

she is mars.

She's electric

and the struggle of.

Upon my face

we leave no trace ,

but in her stomach mercury aged.

She holds the blood

she carves the knives

she digs the wires in our babies.

Amphetamine Annie dog

pulls her trash and her stories

from place to place

and bed to bed .

Gives of herself

and the magnet head.

Another floor another ceiling

counting stairs

with double meanings.

Is it wrong to be swallowed whole?

To disappear in her ?

We tumble out

into the streets

and Annie dog

she drags her leash.

A pretty face

ugly mouth

bitter bred

and so released.

And by the no

and by the yes

Annie goes if you couldnt guess.

Her simple man .

A sycophant

her elephant

with the laughing call.

She wants clean sheets

and fresh flowers

and dental shots

and the Hong Kong glue.

Amphetamine Annie dog

has her leash and a face.

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