brickstack blockstack
poetry by steve parker
Friday, July 10, 2009
pumping the far road eastward
I am not so outsourced from humanity
and its bovine origins
that I don't feel hurt
when you dig up my relatives
there with lanterns and curses
I only bide it for the holy pumpkin
here in my stiff blanket
aloft
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