Untitled Poem Vol. I #66
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if your eyes were what you said,
like murky, muddy shit,
then i would be like kiowa
and gladly drown in it
but they aren’t like what you say
not to me, at least,
to me, a filthy worm
they are a welcome soil feast
and who says muddy eyes
are something to be hated on
blue eyes are much too common,
oh my lovely carrion.