Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

guido, you son-of-abitch

guido, you son-of-a-bitch

i love you so much
you’re threatening
my precious angry poetry

look at me
i’m a puddle of fucking mush over here
i’ve kicked off my boots
to sit by the pond
and pluck daisy petals

but i still hate your mother

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