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Some More Icebox Poems
by Olav Aggi | 31 Oct 2007, 12:12

here life is
the only true peach
go lick produce

*

I smear raw pink
through moaning juicemy shakey milk place
like a cooking ironlikes eggs & fiddle music
bare your sausage skin

some symphony
singing over sleep

*

she
rusting lusciously
atop an after-crying pole
he
swims dreamy lives
in her hot stare
me
mostly chaining
a rain garden

those rockful roses

*

they recall sad so
fast at mooning time

*

drive him
like the road

it showed you
who need can use
& how to stop

*

I must leave puppy fluff
on a thousand easy behinds

*

white gowns
are why
I lust

*

still a girl
yet with hair
and the ugly mother
with meaty purple breast
wants my arm
it is not lazy

we ask two elaborate friends
then have none

your language is all I take

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