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from GREEN ZONE NEW ORLEANS V For autumn is no out. No more harbor For the master. A pair of nice breasts In my bed is worth two-hundred Postcards from the French Quarter. More if I'm reading the Kama Sutra. What of small scrapes between People. As in the tale of "The Knife And the Pea." As in two suicides waiting To unload. You see, burning down The enemy's house is actually quite Easy. You use the laundry line for A fuse. One grenade through the rear Window and one match for the cigarette Afterwards. What gives meaning To my wife back home? White wine And shabby suffering. All else is Only the repeated thought of the cock In her mouth that's not mine. |
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