Poems for the Mistress,

[smithpeter]

tender oven spicy sweet cured web space for losers like me.

Tributes:

~

Laurel

eye socket corner goop from this cause
dear editor of this web metropolis
teeming masses yearning to be fellated,
cunnilingied
you sweet Laurel, are successful
at doing something you know,

causing poets
boiling pot open
to create
dump
flower
shed,
naked souls running bare footed
across your open country lawn
blue grass
red puffy sky
white pointed nails atop fingers curious
furious hysteric couplet

 

[WickedEve]

oh my goodness