Thursday, July 21, 2016

A love problem



A love problem


my love, I’ve got to wreck
this animal’s costume trunk

I dreamed that a chameleon
followed me everywhere

that I only had one razor blade
I thought that when I woke

I’d be kissing your breast
but I don’t recognize things in this room

one night is enough
for these carnivals

I just want to catch that chameleon
the rest will straightened itself out

when he’s dead

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