six

to six this is the sixth ninety sixth
skip across the sabbath
to the ruins of Sunday afternoons
rainy reading expeditions
through curious tomes
of unforgettable lore
finding treasures stores
buried in deep pages
of precious paper

2 Responses to “six”

  1. your poetry sucks like your mamma when i have her over sunday nights to suck my dick and do my dishes

  2. fellatio sundaes
    and gracious thoughts of mother
    your measured words flail

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