Sunday, November 30, 2008

99 Feces Cloning Poem

99 Feces Cloning Poems

he made me

melt down

on flailing knees

palefully weakened by other worldliness

desiring his ring of power

i succumbed

all you have junk yard dog with your bulging eyes

and wrinkled face fur


fearful ugliness

binding the flesh to the bone

knitting our indiscretions to the City Hall

99 feces

needs to read between the covers

What you want you already have

you have mother on your mind

You are either coming in or out
of the womb that binds you

you are never nice to me B*tch

you know Lust and Desire
Make odd bedfellows

Give it up

Jane Jones June 18, 2008

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