Poems from yvonneparis
rock,
drip,
rock,
drip
pebble
bubble
ripple
drip, rock, drip,
rock
Splash!
pebble
ripple
rock, drip, rock, drip
pebble
ripple
Reach
drip,...
You breathe alcohol through my nose,
Pushing me down so my rolls squeak the ground,
My face turns red, I’m ready
To detonate
To blow your...
By the gazelles and the doves,
I charge you,
until it so desires, do not arouse or awaken love.
Daughters of Jerusalem,
love many not...
whY are there cauldron walls
built around the land of immigrants?
nO one can get in
and no brains can fly away.
whaT other worlds?
there’S...
Your penis always looked
shriveled.
Maybe because you squeezed out
all of its white sap
whenever you could, it dried out.
Even as a child,...