Monday, March 02, 2015

2.1399 : 3/2/09 : Beaches

The profligate diaspora
of a certain class
or shade out of a bottle
whatever: tits and ass
Go conquer all the beaches
You’ve surely landed soft
well I’m no hotsie totsie
but it keeps my hope aloft
I might find my magic berth yet
hot and biting ice-cold peaches
juices drying on my lips
dark glasses gazing over beaches

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