Thursday, March 5, 2009

4 Poems by Z. Lustig

Four Poems by:

Z. Lustig

Dog Fathers

I ate her face
it tasted like
frozen peas
but I seemed
to enjoy it

Love Story

If I chew enough gum
then the bitch wont be\
able to catch me when
I run out back of the
and fuck her sister
before she starts
to rot.

The Fight

She's dead now

The headhunter's hair

My last breath is taken by
a headhunter with the dread
gum disease known as
gingivitis. He has
golden feathers in
his redolent hair

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