Hungry? Poem by Anthony Joseph Erangey

Hungry?

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Spasms of majesty, erect and dysfunctional.
Boldly cowering in the chaise lounge.
There's a name for that somewhere, I whisper.
Lost in the halls of adolescence, unhindered.

Big red blotchy balloons and cookies, yum.
Can't eat the aeroborne but the others, hmm.

Saturday, March 31, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: red
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