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stop it yer blowing me away

Posted to Action Poetry




sal's motor is running hard
revved up in neutral, foot on the gas
hearing the roaring engine
try to bust out of its pistons
anya beautiful anya
your command of these fragile
knickknack timeless painful
personal situations is so exquisite
so calmly detached & mesmerizing
i want to just fucking cry
nag champa tears
at the possibilities open to you.

peace

sal