Swagazine #4

girls run along the avenues juggling hindrances like spoiled eggs cracking each against the rental car green and mossy like water eyes tears and gratitude first to last born rabbit eared vase written solely to shock the socks into the river veins shooting, shooting forth onto black panther gaze frozen in a thousand lovers embrace fallen angels crossed at the hip salute the one who watches operas heave onto the blessed canvas shot into the bin behind by heavy gutted gremlins grieving over youth's narrow serpent faces.

 

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