Up to my face like not knowing the grain.
Warn of God’s love and lifetimes of risking
Unwanted caressing of my new love.
I don’t mind experiments of living
Love in a rush to make it into Heaven.
But Hillary is not all love and peace.
She is cunt Jemima. Is living God.
Is this problem surmised. Is as a God
Of love. Love of a beautiful woman.
Love to spot a beautiful woman. Love
On her means. On her fire door. On her
Attempting knowledge. On her beer people
You wanna know. On her Saturday vote.
On her ceiling of black shame. On her meat.
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Cornered by anger
That grabbed her
By the arm and shook
That smashed her face
With two hairy knuckles
Into his words
She tasted his argument
A white hot flash of iron
Static and sour shock
Angry thieves of sanity
Mothers of aggression
Tear drops mix
With crimson and
Drip from the corner of
The elixir of love
It was her fault
He loved her
Her lips dripping
She blots Rorschach
A drenched rose
Bleeding into white tissue
There is still love straight ahead.
He snatched the dollar out and moved on.
One dollar charity and wonder.
In this, the far side of the sidewalk
You have no nice clothes.