Friday, July 21, 2006

Reductive Shrine

Or sallow in this light your bonnet
Hovers teaming with special forces

Rope down ladder sophist, head on
Train rail, bob like a nail

Bomb the front style with hearing
To Doric convention, the high bonnet

To shred up, to layered reduction
In the pot, plastic consumptive

To her opiate virtues. What
Makes us sleep, how we cry to defeat

The bad ones, feeling like whispers
To retch from, to screen from

The orders to demean, to prop up
Coronate, be-haloed candle operation.

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