the cat was in the fat!
i can tell you that
but not much else
the dogs were into bones!
i still hear their groans
and contented sighs
the damn radio lies
so i try my best to ignore it
shit!
the river was more beautiful today
than i remember
weren't we floating happily just last November
when the wind grew intense
since then, we've been building a fence
which is newly grown
i offer you my moan
sitting with you at the outside table
our busy waitress was efficiently Mabel
i saw the name tag over her small left breast
the vegetable wrap sandwich was the best
you've ever eaten, you said
you saw the scab on my head
i watched the water flow, it's always downstream
where i followed my dream
like a galloping pig
i offered you my fig
but you said you prefer to wrestle
we ended up at an English bar
where sailors drank from a whisky jar
couples were dancing everywhere
tossing feathers into the air
masses of whores and bad champagne
we left before it began to rain.
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Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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