To My Fond Automaton

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Little, blond, stiff-legged thing,
my small Frankenstein on sidewalk,
how you run away from me
into your purebred future, eager
to masturbate and drink and date
girls I won't approve of. Why
are you already fast, still wet
from our salt, shared, amniotic sea?
O, live long! Enough to bury me.

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LeBrozLeBrozover 16 years ago
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This all sounds so totally innocent. A fun purebred toy — are batteries included?

Maria2394Maria2394over 16 years ago
excellent work

you have said so much in just afew lines. It takes talent to do that.

enjoyed :)

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TathagataTathagataover 16 years ago
Thats

two poems in two days that made me stop, reread and nod and smile.

Very refreshing, interesting stuff.

Thanks for sharing

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