Luke Kuzmish May 17, 2018 ~ The Beatnik Cowboy Sam old soul gypsy bones momma quit the booze back when poppa grew herb in mylar closets Omaha teeth and menthol cigarettes no bra her midriff reveals piercing her body is sex her mind: bad decisions I wonder how her spirit moans in the dark Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Great poem! It is great! Bravo!
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