Monday, October 03, 2011

dismays of the rotoflarf

the evidence the fluid eyes of killers

someone laid their fingers
on a bra clasp

this woman is not what you wanted her to be

ash keeps falling, heaping up

something awful, no doubt
happened
to the whole truth

fingers on a bra clasp
prurience
DNA
evaporating like men
rushing into a crime scene
kicking over bottles
smoking Italian cigarettes

so many ings building up
not a noun to be seen

at the bottom of the well of all this
a girl
which
girl

reload

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