Wednesday, April 25, 2012

drip drip

like a fiend
inject pink flesh
straight into my eyes

it’s showing.
i’m looking.

sick of bumping
bumpers hard
pressed to split
jean seams
too big to pump
by hand, not enough
juice, I need more
juice. A steady flow.

the leaky faucet
next door flicking
beans in the window
looking for a plug.

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