PigsA Poem by Thomas YarbroughThey held her legs Up in a V drumming the lashed headboard against shatterproof sheetrock cussing spitlets of pig s**t yellowing the sheets eyes mooned in unthinking blots short pig like snorts pig tongues and pig feet sours lemon grins with cocaine adrenaline rubbered across her torso c***s grotesquely pulsing the spring box © 2012 Thomas Yarbrough |
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Added on January 18, 2012 Last Updated on January 19, 2012 AuthorThomas YarbroughWatkins Glen, NYAboutI find much inspiration from dreams, surrealism and the noir genre, these sources color my work at times in ways you may recognize. I attended Iowa State University for Fine Arts specializing in .. more..Writing
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