Tuesday, August 5, 2025

 



Our Youth Was Messy
We steal battered cars, abandon them by the river. We flirt with girls, flighty as leaves, hypnotize them with our moist grins, our too tight zippers, our hidden weapons of erotic destruction. Like a form of black magic, we nuke the night until it becomes day.

the river's dirty curl
digging up the buried bones
of old bluesmen

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