Lilacs And Eucalyptus - A Poem
Climbing into the new
years on the far side of
The numbering millennia
now feels all
tears-verses-orgasms.
Climbing into the new
years on the far side of
The numbering millennia
now feels all
tears-verses-orgasms.
She said, “You bring the poon, we’ll bring the doom.”
She was always down for trouble.
Always in some kind of it.