Mousetrap Poem by Dylan KD.

Mousetrap



It was left for the hunter,
the bread on the horizon;
it was taken by the gunner,
with his domino oceans;
in sync with the sex
of mindless lovers
up in the sun, with no one.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: oceans,sex
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