That Girl is One Spacey Mama

By Misti Lake
Date: 7 April 2001

That Girl is One Spacey Mama

she's one spacey mama I mean she's way cool soooo fuckin' nonlinear mentally muddled not antiseptic not anal not banal she be whirlin' high blue like the sky on a good day she say the darnedest things wears rings on her toes smells like a wilted rose flows like the Rio Grande Mandy...Mandy eye candy Moe Bandy would agree she's three women in one hella fun flirt spurt what can it hurt? in the depths of generic pornographic junk e-mail hell she shines ingratiating radiating all the good girls wish they could be her kinda bad I'm mad I don't smoke weed I don't see visions my poems all have a point there are lines in my sand dimes in my hand I'm not with the band I demand boundaries! black! white! I fight fair but often I never soften she's an ice-cream dream I seem frozen solid encased lost cause thank God and all the angels for Wonder Bras

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