Allow Me to Spit

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Allow Me to Spit

A Conversation With the Sense
Glass Wave
Allow Me to Spit
Chewers of Time
Prostitution
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From featherlike words
in weightless spheres
gulping chests without their owners
orgasm of mutual goods
That are screaming all the more!
Them or nothing
the feeling or arousal
became saltry
in a world with an ever-erect penis
that bangs and feeds
eternally hungry prostitutes.

AuthorLidija V. Kekenovska
2018-08-21T17:24:05+00:00 April 1st, 1998|Categories: Blesok no. 02, Poetry|0 Comments