rusted chain gang

12 Aug

i guess insect sex is like whistle while you work fraternity mood music,
dogs sniffing some telepathic invisible turf
that no one calls telepathic,
just familiar scents of hell hole earth,
trapped naked inside ice box flesh
spinning for heat,
one more day.

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