Under Your Arm
Submitted by lbangs on Wed, 03/15/2006 - 05:01
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- Under your arm,
- Where the grass is mashed with musky dew,
- Under your arm,
- Carry me over.
- You can always run.
- We all burn with that acid itch.
- Sitcoms and shots can dull the jones while you rot,
- Yet feel the crawling craving
- Full flush and head long.
- Spasm hunger spurs you
- Out of the house,
- Over the wall.
- You will starve.
- Nothing can feed the bleeding inside,
- But only the famished breathe,
- Only the hungry ones weep and love.
- I will drink deep your salty dew.
- Under your arm
- Carry me over.
- You can always run.
- 3/15/06







