Thursday, January 18, 2007

Source Clog

The list of which towards light inclines

A list towards climbing towards shadows

In the open heart, heat showers clinging

Shower curtains, long lines for tickets

To the lighter show, popping flicks

Flint locks down the darkness, commute

To the bathroom, to the liquor store,

Her breathy banality loads the species,

Lightening toads say this that only

Nothing leans as lightly as the load

Say scorch, say steeple and leap

Let lingering elongate. Are you sick

Of this yet? Somnambulessons

Flicker in the eyes then Q and A

In the graveyard, refreshing dissection.

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