Julie
I often dream of huge breast
Silky smoothe architecture
being flashed when nobody sees
There appearence so sudden
that few get to take notice
And when I wake up
I imagine being crushed by them
imagining their weight in silence
and the absence of excuses for a fucked up life
and the privlege of a pair of 34D's
Julie
A body of white
that carried no reflection
defying gravity
unearthly breasts of creation
There would be orgies
mushroom-scattered forever out of context
rising whores from a dying world
to polute the minds of the young
Sun-white pulverised desert stone
and serpentine lizard mouths
Pales away the pyramids
rewriting 4500 years of history
raping the statue of liberty
outplays the acropolis
inverting the fjords
invades the n y skyline to
dream its own existence in one single final word
Julie
Can we see them
as an image buried in my human skull
or the knife threw my heart
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