Saturday, January 9, 2016


age of snore a
wake or clod de
sleeved the worm
your binding text
coughed up a grave
l s pot it was a
creeping storm be
neath the bed yr
leg twitched on
,asphalt curled or
reeking laundry a
fin de cuentas
,no hay fin no hay


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