all the windows: a good night song
all the windows are closedin the front of the house
(the breeze is dead, even outside -
the crickets
sing a good night song)
maybe i want a relationship,
but i don't want to be owned
by some hot piece of ass
in a pink mini-skirt,
black bikini top,
strawberry-red lips
"fuck!"
we learn joy in slow suicide
3/15/15
Poetry by Thomas Perdue

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Written on 2015-05-09 at 20:28




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