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Big Brown Nori
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy
how she could sing the
coyoteeeeeees
down from mesa land moons
Her hair all up, like car-lot balloons
I’ve got a sense
she knows a bit about grass
Big Brown Nori
with her quivering ass
Her sidewalk skippin'
trickin' tollbooth paths,
a "last chance" glide
shatters church stained-glass
and sends the coyotes
HOOOOWWWWLLLIIIINNNGGGG...
I’ve been watching Fat Nori,
me, Joe Skinny
To be sure
I don’t miss a note
of the dishwash soap
that pours from her throat
and covers my walls
with its slippery coat
And those coyotes are
pppprrrrooooowwwwlliiiiinnngg
And I keep sliding...
and sliding...
and sliding.
Rotund Nori
calls me her baby,
labels me honey,
cradles me lovely
like an infant raven
who’s played it real tricky
and scored sanctuary
‘tween two
Mexican
breasts.
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