Jack Spratt

a writer realized late in life this time is eclectic not hectic

same 2 in photography and i no longer put expectations on

--can you hear me laughing? 2 me i feel as though a shuttle

cock flinging back and forth forth and back weaving a tapestry

of something I cannot know the pieces don't fit like a picture

puzzle with discernable edges oddly bizarrely configured and of

my laundry nearly a years worth still in the back of my car growing

mushrooms and oddly green squiggly things roaming gleefully singing

songs o u dirty old goat wash me NOW!

& of course the problem is that someone flung the box top away

with the promise of a Dick Tracy magic ring seeing through clothes

2 U i'm just an ordinary guy but i've seen my mother naked 2 it's

okay but the problem  see is i sees souls dancing crying dying and laughing

2  No 1 likes to have their dipstick drawn for a time they feel invaded and

on empty i just smile with your stolen dirty or clean panties in my mouth

grinning and leering and salivating in desire to know you real well in another

way had mom known me better i'd never have been given birth yet she knows

me well and swell rupture rapture or roaming the desert with Post-It Notes of

sin attached laughing a horny old goat i is

121017 19:07 converse

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