Tuesday, April 24, 2012


my H supper ,dribbled≈ C sm
oke~ swallowed O the cave I
leg dragged through my named
cough Johnee E’s yr corn
stepping down the hill .gateless
wind~ ~ feet and beans ,Bs
fill my shirt a tomb
puzzle blistered on my plate
O Eat Your Nickel }the phone
flag{ * L too Loud the
scrawling down your throat
S you K you A you N yr
postprandic ache )))SH
adow)))) nekkid whim
per the shore ay lo
...lie ay eye


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