Saturday, March 15, 2014

in the dark way of aberration and sledges. oh

so this guy that jumps
well just before
it goes into that
he thinks oh
my wife has abandoned me
this train
my children have figured me for the disaster
even though I can make good trifle
what the idiotic Italians
call English Custard
all that it is
all it will ever be
some kind of custard suicide
with rabbits
after the train blows by
in an awful blast of night
it's always more than that
three rabbits at least
and then a crow
crarks and everyone
says shut up hey nothing
not now


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