Serious sin ... the memory of you others
warts, blisters, senses spasms
in the silence of solitude light years away
dimeticati for eons in the syncopated rhythm of obscene thoughts!
I do not care if a horrible smile
it arrives like a caterpillar on your common sense torn ...
so out of hand and without asking permission.
I would have to choose the vice squad
enlist in the ranks of the village idiots idiots who are camping in the streets or in bookstores
perhaps to discover at the end that it is hard
even downing a Jack Daniel's cosmic acid wonderful
after yet another rejection colorless odorless tasteless
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