Wednesday, July 15, 2015





the belch Y

the noise in yr mind is
the mud a word mu
tters out is a
fly quivers on the
glass a lipless field
tries to speak it
is your sock tied a
round your head the
weeds along a fence
the noise the sky
opens and closed




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