Three
Poems by Lee Ballentine || Author's Links |
no defense she has three infallible ways of preparing the body her first tincture is made of hands a phone call, pure demonstration long muscular legs to kick the spirit of metals never
stand against a woman's clothes she said in his dream he's buying shoes in danger of ignition rinse thoroughly,
strap-on in the end
no defense but the daydream fetish of
road-red virtue my shotgun
is cool and smells oil-sweet it smells
slightly of berkeley shells a
lump in my back pocket against the tree exactly
a doubled rim shot NUMBER:
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