we ate through the center of it
stone tinted faces covered in dangling meat
a wooly-mammoth heart held to the sky
a triumph of ages


fists squeezed and raised above the warriors head

his tribe recalls a time when they were alive
standing among the ghosts of his people
he could smell the past

dipping his hand into a satchel
he never stopped feeling the eyes

always searching for the pair he had seen
as a boy
one white
the other brown

the giggly fuck voice with twirling hair and bubble gum smacks
rocking on her heels and joking about the backseat of your car
as you examine her and try to figure a way to pull her tits out her back

even in prehistoric man warrior adventure stories
I can't find you!

09/16/2007

Posted on 09/17/2007
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