Extinct Bipedal Hairy One

Say, well.
How changes change moods.
Give me four clove leaves| forgive PTA
forgive Homeowner’s Association yea.
They trim the bushes but leave the girls alone.

And my tongue dried pink on a sidewalk
left for pretty birds to pick today
how lonely is, how lonely was
the wordsmiths of yesterday.

Lady brain____ sail toward the West
for food for brains and raise the
laviathan of deep sea wonders
: people won’t know what it means
extinct bipedal hairy ones
always attract the lonely hearts.

Tight lips /eclipse of moon\
gap in thigh but clevage wide
sings how i would love to shoot
his goo gun : across the face
of my life ~~ but now/give me
notes and words .

i am so happy that i’m so lovely
deep six feet above my ears.
And never found god.

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