surrounded by wildfire, by Mary Magdalene Subscribe to rss feed for Mary Magdalene

it's smokey
that's all you can
decipher
let's fight for
our village
our fucking poodles
and their dog treats
you fucking
californians
you're all the same
when the stampede comes
you're front and
dead center
you've spent her
from top to fucking below
now forgive her 
for being so slow
to respond
but she was just 
busy laughing
in that patch of trees
with her matches
on her knees
Posted: 2008-06-27 02:54:00 UTC

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