Henry

Posted: January 19, 2017 in poetry
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Somewhere inside her madrigal mind

She hears sacred voices and longs for coitus

Somewhere inside her madrigal mind

She envelopes each moment and bangs against consumption

 

Henry wanted a moment where earth burned slowly

Henry wanted a crimson woman to listen to his bullshit

But she turned her face away

And took her lovely ass somewhere else

 

Henry ached in his hooligan wounds

Henry got baked and howled at the moon

Henry wondered if getting stoned all the time enhanced his fuckability

And decided that it didn’t

 

 

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