Submissions by from_way_up_high (Caletti M Smith)

oh Kubla Khan, Kubla Khan, opium pearl majesty
of pearly bird wisdoms, visions, silent dreams too
happy pearly ones, that rise like magic dragon smoke
singeing but a single pubic hair, with fire and rape oil
as I search for god, and pluck a tune upon my ukulele
my pesky troubadour, now choked and dead
tossed upon a volcano, by my own pretty fingernails

the real trobairitz now enters center stage
the one you almost spoke to, admiring my clogs, blogs
the one with a magazine, at the checkout counter
the one with a pretty smile, the one you know you...