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the third poem by the Love Machine ™

January 26, 2010


I may be a sonofabitch, but i’m your sonofabitch!!
And you are my crabcake, calamari, french onion dip,
tenderloin, best skirt steak in town.

You makesa me happy.
Take a taste of what goes on in my brain:

Like the raising agent in

My large batch bun after baking.

The moon and the moon’s quarters.

I announce the release of our love.

The only one in the world!
You are fast, clean, and delicious.


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