Poem a Day 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
comedy
I rode a fat old lion for fun,
for the balm of his lope.
Lions are invisibly bright,
like carrots growing orange under the ground.
Their tops allure you.
I think I'm prey,
'cause I freeze and my eyes bug out
for you, baby.
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