Friday 30 November 2012

#90 - Discount Solutions Warehouse

She looks like the girl next door.
Next door is an empty hangar
filled with burning sex dolls.
The smell is like creosote and

the inside of tennis balls.
Sometimes I slit a tennis ball
and push in a love note
before gluing it shut.

This week, every note read:
I think of you while bleeding from the eyes -
just two of the reasons why you should marry me

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