
Bingo Zebras
for my mom
Morning follies the hiccup parade swelled over holy fever
Yeahs. Yeah I could love you sure why not but look at
The sparkle teen dream color scheme fall from our sweater eyes
Sure I could love you like this under failing twilight television
Strokes radiating from our wintery foreheads. Peeling Saved By the Bell
Off from the skin shades of our living books. Sometimes when we.
It seems a shortage of punctuation to pounce around the awkward disturbance:
yes, no, maybe, no not really, i so really do. want. to fuck.
Give me your hands, stranger.
Anguish is not that cute without pink fingernails so let me
Hear them holler like bingo bells to make the whole city cry.
-Clip 29
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