bellumA Poem by h d e rushinWe should rid the world of bridge jumpers; late in life opsimathy. Low testosterone. interventions with those of mismatching needle pricks. When children want to run away, let them. when the intelligentsia wants your underwear, guide them, as a good scientist, into the room where your girdles are locked like metal foil. Poor stranglers; looking endlessly for rope enough. It's sad when loved ones find out, that the lore of demons you fought are still loose on the earth seeping into our drinks. Uninvite the priest, Duplantis in his new airplane bound not by disposition. Slope his head with the hardest stone. Spoil the coroner with soup and sweet California wine. Bring OJ the antecedent: "Nicole saw Ron and called to him". Look deep into his eyes; his sacred text for any beauty. Pull out his tongue . His pathos.
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