Roses

May 4, 2004 11:45 PM from

pulling her panties up
then flushing the
toilet
she said
“can’t you ever write anything
pretty
…romantic like”
I had to think for a
moment
weigh the options
look for an escape
route
out of beer
out of weed
shit,
out of everything
I had to get out
I could smell the
roses already
blooming in my fucking
nostrils
I reached for the car keys
said “no.”
and motored right out
the door
I still had my
balls

J. Masuda © 2004

art

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Reply #1 May 5, 2004 2:57 AM from

JoeUser Forums Top

I]saying it/I] with the dead reproductive organs of plants is the demonstrative dance of choice expected of the puppet prepared to negotiate one of the "women" of today.

but i see from your poem that you already know this

mig.

Reply #2 May 5, 2004 4:29 PM from

JoeUser Forums Top

thanks.

j.

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