December 2009
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Strays
Last night,
we walked in at 3 am
stumbling and saying rude things,
we put a drunk to bed and
we followed me into my cave
under the stairs
my chest creaked at
Bear’s glare
but I turned back to face
one of many scarecrows
I couldn’t get hard but his
straw busted out of his asshole,
electrified my fingertips.
“Why you doing this?” he asked,
and I mumbled something about a husbear,
I...