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#5 

Sept
2009


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a poem by Zach King-Smith (1 of 2)

Done Chasing Skirts

i have
always
loved
women's
thighs
the most

and
maybe
Freud
was
right

about the
bestial
call of
the wild
in the
cock &
balls of
the mind

but i'm
done
chasing
skirts

to make
a home
in another
pair of
thighs
seems
impossible

leave me
high & dry

it's easier
to shut
the casket

when
nothing
gets in
the way

© by Zach King-Smith
 
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