sun kissed fruit
i wanna bite you
leave my molar & fang imprints
for the csi to find
as the ichneumens circle
& bearded dragonflies dance
around your corpse . . .
but not really
i was only kidding around
& id plead insanity anyhow
end up criminally insane
but an artistik genius like van gogh
so many letters & proposals
id get - from philanthropistic widows & dry-docked barbi dolls
but i was only joking . . .
about the biting
of bullets & flesh
because the current flows too strong
& my heart is an epicyclic train
so dont go thinking bad thoughts
summer kissed peacherinedream
not until . . .
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