Friday, 6 June 2010

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Kiss Me There

Bang is the sound you make
after leaving a fire arm.

A clip is your home.
and the rounds are your brothers.

You are dangerous
in the hands of a cop.

But curious in the palm
of a baby’s grip.

Death is such
a sweet spot.

First, blood puddles left
from the victim:

People run and roll
or

They embrace
your beauty.

Ready for your soft
razor kiss.

 

By: James Chenault

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