Agape Confession by n./a. gaudio

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Agape Confession

At night,
I like to rest
face-up on my concrete balcony
with a bullhorn
shouting Bob Dylan lyrics
and cooing Bible verses that contradict while
throwing water balloons filled
with cow piss at the skinny blonde
with a Yorkshire terrier.

She’s from Vermont.
You might say
we’re in love.

n./a. gaudio

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Ivan Donn Carswell (2/4/2007 3:44:00 AM)
Actually at night you like to rest up on your balcony THINKING those things and writing some very imaginative poetry. 'Cause if you did those things you most certainly would have your writing censored. I'm glad your writing is not censored - yet! Rgds, Ivan

Goldy Locks (9/18/2006 2:22:00 AM)
that's terrible. unless she dresses the dog up in frilly outfits. nice incorporation of
music to relate to your readers, Nick, juxtaposing scene setting.

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n./a. gaudio (11-19-1985 / Cumberland, Maryland)