From the Horse's Mouth

Posted in 1 by theskinhorse on March 22, 2009

Strap-on
my billy goat tight
to the mountain
(They are so fuckin purple, it blasts grape through my mind, staining my tongue bruise-blue just like the goo goose. Chewy chewy.)
I catch pebbles in my hand –
falling rock from living mountain,
like dead skin flaking off my body.

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