I stink of ripe otter. Shit. Yay. A sale.
Reeking of Spanish rope unlaid.
A bridal fabric denuded in Korea.
Goering, on cue, sends no letter inserting Bermuda.
From Paolo Javier’s “Gasgan Croqeta Ikalawa.” You can check out this poem and thousands of others at SUNY Buffalo’s Electronic Poetry Center.
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