birds ate my love goddessA Poem by Vigo Manslaughterit is a poem....with words...and featherswrote a song on driftwood with salt-wind and laughter, fed on red corpses of lies on the beach, took a shot of tequila with a fruit bat named Chachi and died for an hour in the sticky white sands tar balls whisper what seagulls sing what hermit crabs search for your name set fire to the stars with incandescent passion ripped through old letters to find the cold sun smoked a dime bag of vision in the Volvo with Ronnie and lived for ten minutes while the cops searched the car blue lights flash what the cold sun shines what the cops never find your name © 2010 Vigo ManslaughterAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on October 26, 2010 Last Updated on October 26, 2010 AuthorVigo ManslaughterWhere good men and women come to die., FLAboutI try not to be a malevolent force, but it's just so much fun. more..Writing
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