Wednesday, January 14, 2015

a some infatuation with rare birds

one would if only like the scrapes
dig deep
in canyons
the inter-gluteal cleft

wherein the song of solomon
abets for now

it is always 6 AM

and we always oh god

if only it were possible to wipe
these things

now, though, now
the sickness
of all reality

larfing all over itself

baby won't you wake?


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