Tuesday, May 26, 2009

hot baby's hot baby

I running my fires and all the hassock quakings hell;
I fight my clothes hampers and all is learning again.
(I wrest I burning you up inside my dog hair.)

The bananas go space walkinging out in brown and smelly,
And quick angel takings in:
I fishing my toothpaste and all the pumpkin flys rocket ship.

I peelinged that you drivinged me into floorboard
And eating me pretty, bikinged me quite chewy.
(I wrest I burning you up inside my dog hair.)

teeth runs from the statue, pillar's vegetables sleeping:
grunting earrings and pee pee's wastebasket:
I fishing my toothpaste and all the pumpkin flys rocket ship.

I scratchinged you'd thumping the way you run,
But I steal chunky and I vent your dog poop.
(I wrest I burning you up inside my dog hair.)

I should have barfed a hat instead;
At least when ice carps they argue back again.
I fishing my toothpaste and all the pumpkin flys rocket ship.

(I wrest I burning you up inside my dog hair.)

- Scot & Sylvia Plath

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