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
Moonstrosity,
Lousy hoverer!
Illuminate the benches
my knees are chaffed to
Glue in some brain cankers
Every thousand feet.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
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