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Originally Posted by swa(y)
thurston, and a serious of others (including richard hell/mike watt/others) wrote a series of poems about vagina (most about eating it to be more specific) of all things. < not that that matters. theyre just human ya know. dudes at that.
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Also, there is a poem by Thurston and Byron Coley called "City Twins" , there used to be a link on the SY main page, which goes like this:
licking prawn juice off my fingers
dog winking eye from
some fucked cosmo
the salt stings my heart
goodbye, lady porkchop
beat to shit
lantern-strung flunky
but as i pull an old boot onto my cock
(old old cock that it is)
something in the tree shakes loose
& ants parade to scum
making me forget everything for a second
exploding like jesse james' bladder
under a hail of rusty bullets
all w/ cherry vanilla tit print
now where's the justice in that?
go north for winter
old joni one-eye
snowfall on chicken house
rots the tuber
nude ?neath bear skin
hot tea
not tar likker
somewhere here we can
construct dvd sleeves
for soul placement
po box
paypal
& playgal
& fuzz naps
snap...
all in a day
dude from no neck on bass
the crudity of snow
tonite there?s heavy horns
six tin teardrops
junktop guitar w/ two drummers
a marriage made in waterbury
speeding bride heir to zillions
of hats w/ little feathers
laying full fuck energy in
M.I.L.F. Hunter ad campaign
rooftop strung w/ lingerie & pigeons
from drunken amp to drunken amp
back to waterbury jungle
thick fog at muh ankles
tv.pot.oz wine.avant garde folk
psyche and noise festival where
framed joe
jones instructional hoozah
carved straight onto baboon butt meat
lights fire into new site spirit/art
w/ wings that contain no meat
& gas that will not sputter
the simple means to joy
latex gloves and speculum
a duo for god?s dripping cunt
sweet washed clitoris &
circles of primo ass
take that, alligator