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palpa (you say potato)

by Johnny Crimson

The fucking screams

I'm bleeding in my sleep

height and weight charts
the size of science
scares me to kill

rub her legs together
until the skin glows

a caramel paste the thickness
of yuck
will flow from below
her easy way out

for of you i request
small circular rotations

yes there is a map of the universe on my ceiling

the best way i could explain the remains
a glow-worn with removable cunt
and no nightcap

10/04/2007

Posted on 10/05/2007
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/05/07 at 04:30 AM

Nice Naked Lunch vibe to this. I really enjoyed it.

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