Darling, whenever you come near
a thousand angels begin to cheer
like raucous fans at a Dodger's game
my tongue springs forward with a name
for glowing, tender cannibal eyes
not like ordinary guys.
You want to go diving into tips
after a lonesome empty bag of crisps?
Sitting and waiting for you on the bench
I worship this moment... even the stench.
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The Ghost Named Jim
My Imaginarium
Heart Shaped Glasses
Escargot at the Little Gretel
Chef Denise Mazal of The Little Gretel (Click on the picture of escargot)!
The Green Lantern
Absynthe on sugar cubes
A Happy Ending
Traveling through Texas
Being Chased by the Opossum Brown
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