Sunday, February 06, 2005
Tiny Lips
intensely felt nonsense
serially wakes me jarred
guest in sumptuous house
can't find my loafers others
closets searched draw bath
fabulous tub except I'm stuck
atop roof spire ancient breaking
pretty girls find old me disgusting
realize Jonathan's my son nephew
one of them kisses me tiny lips
I'm ranging around London Paris
no shoes one sock dropping stuff
lose Jonathan call his name loudly
there he is down carpeted cliff on bus
with Moroccan gypsies smoking kif
on another bus he hugs kisses me
I like it people looking strangely
and I can't remember my hotel
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