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Tacos are dancing salsa in my attic.
POEM
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Mischievous sizzle and salivation play on
Compact
Discs, skipping.
This cozy box, lime raindrops swarm, loudly babbling —
Precede! — there comes shortly like thunder that light
Salt
Spittle.
Drowsy thoughts: drowned in hallucinated green lava.
Let us slip to the car for a taste of reality. In stacked
Waves, thumping, the fruitwater drums rise and
Pound, echoing
Round my nocturnal taste buds, nigh climax —
10:28PM
vulgar!
Closed shop. Forgive my sins.
We will share this torture.
Mischievous sizzle and salivation play on
Compact
Discs, skipping.
Lover Boy in Space
Joshua Muñoz
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