Sunday, July 25, 2010

2nd Decade Retrospection

I remember my mint-condition soul,
the color of dinosaur skin
(I miss my foreskin).
Ever since sin tarnished my semigloss
complexion I've been
so sensitive.
And my sense of inner goodness
is loose.

If not for a few well-placed rainy days
and a hyper-extended guilt receptor,
I would have forgot my mother.
Lost on a cloud, lounging
nine lives from
holy or wholesome,
I intend to wash my hands of these moments
since I've been my name.

1 comment:

  1. Strupinski... this is gold. It is never too late, it is never too late!

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