Tuesday, November 22, 2011


she loves me
she loves me not
she bought a shotgun
but only
as an after thought.

whatever that's about
but who am I to ever doubt
and she likes them hung
like a polar bear

while I kill thoughts
as easily
as think them or not
never letting thoughts
run a muck 
or buck me off
as I saddle up old thoughts
I've been thinking about
as my time runs out

so, i say to her,
your place or mine?
she said to me,
i have no place.
and i say to her,
i have no place
so we do it 
right there
behind the bush
beneath the tree

there is not love
and our need is great
and our need
sets us free
behind the bush
beneath the tree

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