Thursday, August 10, 2006


Pointed like nails
North heads into the kitchen

Folds a chair into the soup rations
Between hard stomachs.

And veils on the ice
Stacked water crumble into housing

Most anyone can notice.

You brain, intense refusals or scraped
Dimes, are treatment

Curtailed to faucet candies, destroyed
Lousy hoverer!

Illuminate the benches
my knees are chaffed to

Glue in some brain cankers
Every thousand feet.

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