Vincent Zepp's poem "Eleven Days of Perfection"
© 2022 Vincent Zepp the weather was the warmest since 1947 seeing the rejuvenated blue of van gogh's slapkamer my soul did a philippe petite from my mouth my nap at zandvoort with a pillow of hashish took me gate gate parasamgate beyond dreams the chicken fall at akbars indian restaurant an opened mouth kiss of fire the tulips shared their very cunnus with me you know what i mean a spiritual photoshop amsterdam vinny is a such a sweet guy i love being with him i cry when we say goodbye last night i dreamed i ran into my mom in amsterdam she had a girlfriend also named alvera with young long black hair dark flowers painted on the ends my mom’s hair was short black wi...