Monday, June 18, 2012


Meaning is regarded by
many as the stepchild
of an unconsummated
marriage.  The first

time I saw Paris,
she was half-naked.
Now she wants her
own set of keys

and a gun that fires
unfulfilled wishes.
She insists there is
no real substitute

for butter.  She's
right about that.

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