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A review by crispymerola
From Lone Mountain by John Porcellino
2.0
I sit and listen
to the sound of
pages flipping
summer air
licks my taint
I can't do poetry. Even if it comes paired with cute minimalistic pictures, even if the writer is earnest and sweet, even if I agree with the sentiments expressed, I can't do it. It drives me nuts. I hope John has a good life.
to the sound of
pages flipping
summer air
licks my taint
I can't do poetry. Even if it comes paired with cute minimalistic pictures, even if the writer is earnest and sweet, even if I agree with the sentiments expressed, I can't do it. It drives me nuts. I hope John has a good life.