Wednesday, January 13, 2016

fuel or rope

pocket slo bbered th
umb cigar yr eyes
was moth and mind
was radio half interred
in concrete sky a
swarm of fla pping to
wels yr neck con
dition ,diction shifted
in the door donde te
sale la pierna la pierna
te sale sálete la
pie rna re enfocada
con las monedas y
ascuas de tu bolsillo

finger centro


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