| Polar Opposites |
| We�ve got these cold feet in the one-inch wading pools blues that populate Norfolk, Virginia like rats. ~~ I turned back then for good when you whispered to my knees in a salty, ocean voice that heaven is a dictatorship, before you waded slowly away, unaware of the small ripples that cascaded around your thighs. As you left me, leaving me to draw my own conclusions about what God may look like, should he grow a Hitler moustache, and turn on the Jews. This, before the waves knocked me over, and my lungs filled with life; I grew then towards the sun, between the fragments of your human voice, that littered the surface of this exhaustedly calm pool, that grated upon my nerves more then I dare to note. |
| Sorry About The Monkey... |
| Well....That's My Momma! |
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