The body like soft serve,
dripping down in the June sun,
I tried to shoot a thought,
but the thought sunk.
Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt
and
Watch the water roll down.
Phantom kisses buzzing
like the insects.
Beads of sweat dripping down
on the rent check.
My Candyland melted down to syrup
while I
Watched the water roll down.
Soul Coughing - Soft Serve
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