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The Boom Boom Room

 

There’s A Room

In The Back.

It’s The One

That Prints Jack.

The One That’s

Front Loaded.

The One

Sugar Coated.

Take The Fork

In The Road.

Take Your Pain

A La Mode.

Take Your Cue

From Your Gods.

Get What’s Due.

Play The Odds.

There Are Rooms.

Boom Boom Rooms.

Fancy Tombs

Full Of Flesh.

Fancy Rooms.

Fancy Guests.

Pray They’re Dark.

Pray For Peace.

Find Your Self.

Seek Release.

There Are Rooms.

Boom Boom Rooms.

Barbed With Lips.

Ruby Red.

Legs And Hips.

Living Dead.


First Published by The Opiate

Speed Dating At The Kama Sutra Rest Home And Bar

Yoga Class. Tights. Ass. Glad We Got Our Senior Pass. (Glad We Brought Some Extra Cash) Namaste You Stunning Thing. Let Me See Your Luscious Bling. Let Me Be Your Silver Fox. Your Downward Dog’s A Par

Attic

Cold. Rotted Planks. Flanked By Piles Of Toys Armed With Dolls. Dead Eyes Smiling. Showing Teeth. Not Showing. What Lies Beneath. Sweat. Pulse. Sharp Smell Of Fear. The Dark Winter Night. The Rope Whe

On The Edge Of A Field

A line of yellow maples crack Spilling branches on Late autumn wheat. This is the sound of Something Ending. This is the sound of Being Alone. Evening. In Majesty approaches. Listen. Be still. There a

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