stop it beaner
by anonymous

do you know that i
am compelled to first
improve me then i'm prove (to) you
that we are we for reason ably so
until until i climb that hill and see
friendly wreckage strewn about the fields
i sow the seeds of love but life
never yields
I who am
tangled in your hands
vengeful vines lie in sweaty palms
where is the aloe balm?
i am a sour grape
dour ape
rivers of sweat in wrinkly palms

Written April 23, 2001, 10:59 am
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